Tuesday,
April 23, 2002
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well-dressed women at parties past
"A calm despair, without angry
convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom." |
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too many meetings Meeting touching and overlapping meeting. People thinking that they only have to meet and fix. Meetings is what we do. Between meetings I can't seem to get started with my work.
Lunch. Walk across the street to Kyoto. Have a Yummy box. Reminder: don't have it again. Fried rice and yoki saba (noodles) is too much. I ate all the dumplings and stuff, though. Still.
Glad I didn't eat sushi. Kenichi is catering a party. It benefits St. David's Foundation. The conductor of the symphony and the artistic director of the ballet are there to visit. There is sushi rolled in front of us. There is sea bass and salads and beef or lamb. There is wine. I don't overeat but I do overwine. We talk a long time to some folks who, in turns out, are the parents of someone we know, someone I worked with a while back. A thirteen-year-old violinist gives an amazing performance. He is still using a smaller than normal instrument. I stand at the back and watch his mother (a muscian with the symphony) on my right and his father (on my left). The party is near Barton Creek Country Club. We are shuttled from there to the gated community. Ants are all over the perfectly landscaped front walk. The couple has an interesting and eclectic art collection and some antiques that he shows us generously. I have on slacks and a blazer. Forrest said the dress was 'suits.' A lot of the women are in pretty nice dresses though, silk and such. The Chinese woman whose son plays is in a beautiful Chinese silk dress. The father tells me his son was born in Austin.
Home, all I can do is fall into bed. FFP watches TV a little. The big TV swallows up the bed. I awake in the middle of the night to have a couple of Aloe Vera gel caps and a couple of Advil.
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