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Thursday,
March 14, 2002
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. upon reflection...
"There's no limit to how complicated
things can get, on account of one thing leading to another."
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legal eagle I can barely stumble out of bed this morning. I'm fine after I'm up a bit but I think I've been having a bit of allergy. A drug down feeling, dizziness if I stand suddenly. I get ready for work and go on in and handle a few things before I go into a meeting with lawyers. The outside counsel is interesting...his wife is an astronaut! He actually understands the techie stuff and he doesn't waste our time. Amazing. We get a free lunch, too. The legal department has a better budget.
Then I try to work. I help bat out some statements of direction for sales situations. I read specs and collect and study info. I don't actually do work anymore. I just think and write e-mail and white papers. Sigh.
I stop by the parents'
house after work. I show him the books. I sit with them for a little while and we discuss my mom's day (she went to a meeting of miniaturists and had lunch with her friends) and my dad's (he planted more Amaryllis bulbs, did various outdoor tasks, made his own lunch and cleaned up from it). Always busy, they are. Mom feels better.
When I get home, FFP is gone for groceries. He returns and makes fish tacos. They are tasty, the fish fresh and the lime, onions, tomato and cilantro giving it some zip. He also replensished my Shiner supply. So I drink one. I sit at my computer and work on a little photo exhibit, just kind of playing around. I type a few sentences here. And...it's 9 o'clock. So, it goes.
And what, may I ask am I accomplishing with my life? I eat, I stay alive. I read fewer books than my dad does, I don't inspire anyone, I drive those close to me slightly crazy in spite of their undying love. I create some digital pictures and, um, type. I type my meals and I type my trips here and there. My mind is full of ideas, but I don't execute them very well at all. So...with those thoughts in mind I flip channels and read newspapers. PBS' slightly wimpy Rich Steves telling us about Venice and how to pack light. The pyramids. And...so it goes.
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