Sunday,
April 21, 2002
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don't
dig up the dog!
"I know no method to secure
the repeal of bad or obnoxious laws so effective as their stringent execution." |
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uphill swing I slept pretty late. Then an hour and more over coffee disappeared at the computer, doing a couple of emails, finishing yesterday's journal, reading other stuff on the WEB. I'm never bored even when I'm completely unproductive. I can't say if this is good or bad. I talk to FFP about actually doing something with our day. Finally we decide on a dog walk. We keep flailing about with the computers, starting the bookkeeping backup which, when I fixed, I accidentally set for 5PM. Then my machine won't boot, Explorer hanging up. Finally I step it through, mess around and it finally works. Must fix this machine somehow. Finally, we get the dog, water, etc. in the car and head out. We go to S. 5th and Heardon. This is a neighborhood where fencing your front yard seems like a good idea to lots of people. Where people find money to garden but maybe not to repaint or replace rotting wood. Of course, there are very nice in-fills, too, and we discover a whole cove of newer, expensive homes on a cove up the street from houses that have seen better days, houses with a carport full of junk or an inoperable car parked on a steep drvieway with rocks to keep it from rolling into the street. This is a neighborhood I came to years ago to play tennis at South Austin Tennis center. That's been a long, long time ago. We walk about a mile and a half or two miles and give it up.
Back in our own neighborhood we decide to try the new Curra's Mexican Grill in the hood, imported from South Austin. I don't know if it's just me but I didn't think it was anything special really. Next time I'll go to Aranda's and get it cheaper. FFP had their molé, though, and maybe it was special. I didn't ask to taste it. He had the caldo, too, and I had a couple of bites. It was OK. But, I'd still pick Aranda's.
We go home and watch a video of a movie that FFP noticed on IFC when we left for dog walking. I don't know the name of it but it was pretty entertaining. I read a bunch of the papers piled up but I still have quite a few. Whew, the world is sure a mess, isn't it? Do we look at the conflict in the Mideast differently now, after September 11? Maybe. But most people seem to have retreated into their cultural shells, gone back to their own lives if they weren't directly affected. (Or maybe even if they were, I don't know.)
My head hurts, I ache, my nose is dripping. I decide to take some more decongestant and Advil. Soon I feel pretty good, fine really, but sleepy. I doze. We watch King of the Hill and Simpsons (a clip show...lazy cartoonists!). Six Feet Under plods along. The deceased is a Harley biker (is that redundant?).
So, I go to sleep, having successfully wasted an entire weekend. My excuse is a cold or allergies or whatever? I'm not happy about it. But it's just one of those things. I'll probably feel fine tomorrow. In time for work. And, I have a bunch of work to do in the next three weeks. So I need to be well during the work week but it seems so wrong to have to spend time off on feeling bad.
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