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my niece's boys
"Time is very dangerous without a rigid routine. If you do the same thing every day at the same time for the same length of time, you'll save yourself from many a sink. Routine is a condition of survival." Flannery O'Connor
It is not enough to be happy; it is necessary, in addition, that others not be. |
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Saturday seems like Sunday I am not feeling all that lively, but I'm dressed for dog walking and sitting at the computer doing something when SuRu calls at a little after 8. I tell her to give me ten minutes, finish what I'm doing, gather my stuff and brew another cup of coffee. We head to a neighborhood just north of the university. We end up getting points (we give ourselves points for any new ground covered or old ground going a different direction). It's possible we forgot stuff but it's also possible we traversed new ground. We found many things to comment on and observe. New graffiti (to us), interesting houses, some homeless people walking and one sleeping in the creek bed. That guy better pay attention to the weather report. There was a loose dog (German Shephard but he always ran away) and several cats and squirrels of interest to Zoey. I keep thinking it's Sunday and marveling that traffic is too heavy and papers are too thin and such. Back home, I finish a project of entering family birthdays into a WEB group on Yahoo just to see how it works. I eat a bit and cast around for what my next major project will be. There is a come and go party someone phoned us about yesterday and there are so many things I should do. But I develop a little dizziness, a result of allergies it feels like and feel out of sorts to do anything but sit in my chair and read. My niece calls to say that she likes my great nephew's ABC book. I 'talk' to Jack. (He mostly says 'yes' except he asks if he can come over to my house.) I hear Jeffy cooing and gurgling. And so...a wasted day? Maybe. On the other hand, maybe this was LB's Day Off instead of that other day.
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