Tuesday,
February 19, 2002
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.. this type of shop window picture benefits from the texture given by the trees and street scene
always the flag
something besides shop windows...soon!!
"You are eternity's hostage
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relentless march of time It's a day to present to customers. (I didn't do too well. One of those days when the right words wouldn't come. I didn't get upset though and stumbled right on through. It didn't keep me from wishing I had the floor when others were speaking, to say something different or in a different way.)
Then some tax consultants are reviewing three past fiscal years. This makes me go through old documents, print out calendars with meetings noted (hoping I can remember code names!), etc.
Forrest got take out at the club, where he was having the second workout of the day. Wow! It was chicken in a wine mushroom sauce with rice. It was good. I ate half of it and some brie. At lunch I had chicken, vegies at a free lunch for the customer. I'm cleaning up a few things on the computer when FFP asks about scanning a 16" picture. I suggest taking a digital picture of it. And we go off to Karen K's house to do just that. She plies us with wine and almonds and we talk. We aren't so young anymore, but Karen is older than us. And vibrant, alive and fit. But once she was oh so young. And in a play called Boyfriend when this picture was made which hangs on the wall of her wonderfully decorated home.
She lives on Mopac, literally the frontage road. You can hear the train and she likes it. "I'm not afraid of the devil," she says. "Let the devil come to my front door and I'll tell him to go away."
I should go right to bed when I get home after downloading Karen's picture. But I don't. I stay up too late. Like I always do. Trying to capture the time that is fleeing me for reading and contemplation. It doesn't work. You don't know how much time you have, do you? But you know what? I can be pretty confident that you won't see 2068. That's a certain kind of deadline.
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