Sunday,
October 6, 2002
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self-protrait with Clarksville Pottery Offerings and Central Market
"Liberty is being free from
the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like." |
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walking, cabaret, housing, views, buddies I feel really down when I wake up and don't get up until after 7:30. I had a sinking spell last night thinking about Mom and losing her. First I felt I lost quality of life for her. Then I lost her altogether. I didn't say it was rational. Anyway, I didn't sleep that well. SuRu and I decide to walk in the neighborhood. We are both dragging. It is humid and we aren't in a good mood. We end up at Central Market. We don't get any food or coffee. We just sit a minute, use their restrooms and go back. Our moods start to improve. By the time we get back we've made about three miles and our moods are improving. It's time for a shower and getting dressed to go to a Cabaret brunch to benefit Austin Cabaret Theater and AIDS Services Austin. It's at Old Pecan Street Cafe. Surely this is one of the oldest living restaurants in Austin. FFP and I used to come here when we were dating for heaven's sakes. (1975-1976). It is in a back room. We have a buffet brunch and drinks and some great entertainment of the Cabaret and drag variety.
Back home we find that Dad has come to see us. He has let himself into the house and is reading. FFP and I go off to see one of the homes that we missed yesterday on the home tour that is in our hood and quickly come back. Then we round up SuRu and Dad and go to the Plaza Lofts for an open house. Our friend Karen Kuykendall of Green Mango Real Estate was singing at the event and invited us. We really enjoyed visiting the lofts. Stunning locations and views.
Home again, I work on sorting stuff and organizing my thoughts on something that may change someone's life. Little things we do make a big difference. Big things make a bigger difference..
Friends of mine from my prior working life are going to a concert and we've arranged to meet at 9:30 at Four Seasons. They think they'll be out by then. So after watching Sopranos I go down and sit in the bar. I talk to Jade the waitress and Carlos the bartender and drink tonic. Finally a couple of other friends show up and I buy them a drink. Then my friends come. They are an hour later than they thought they would be. Doesn't matter to me. We have some pizza, potstickers and quesadillas and a glass of wine. Then I head home. Boy things are quiet on the streets on Sunday night although there are people waiting for buses. It's been a nice weekend. And I'm beginning my third week of no work. I feel lazy and, as long as the money lasts, I don't really feel guilty about it!
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