FFP and I couldn't
quite sync on the workout. I felt like fooling around in my office a
bit longer. So he was almost finished when I got there.
My agenda collided
with parents who wanted kids to have the run of the gym, using machines
improperly and even tossing around weights that weren't capable of lifting
or spotting. But I got through my workout.
I might have liked
to go swimming but some kid dumped in the pool last night and closed
it until this evening.
FFP and I synced
up enough to eat lunch (he'd been to the store and he'd defrosted some
fish) and I cleaned up from that and cleaned out the frig outside a
little (getting a couple of my freshly cleaned rags dirty). I showered
and we decided to go to the bookstore.
What we usually do
is wander around, meeting at a predetermined time and place or just
finding each other here and there until we are ready to go. This was
one of those' bump into each other, look some more, repeat' versions
of shopping together. He sat in a chair awhile and so did I. I looked
at history books, biographies, the bargain tables and picked nothing.
(A lot of books I really like get remaindered so I also check the bargain
shelves.) He wanted a book or two but chose just a Rolling Stone
magazine and a deeply discounted audio tape for his dad. This isn't
really shopping together or even shopping exactly. But we came and went
together and had several discussions of books.
Home again, I just
had to have nachos even though we'd had lunch and it was only a little
after four. He decided to snack on some La Vache quit Rit. (A cheese
with a French name meaning Laughing Cow that is in the those little
foil-wrapped wedges and which I like to take on trips because they are
stable and can be carried without refrigeration for quite a while. He's
developed a taste for them.)
We bounced around
the house with our own agendas then someone called and wanted to know
if we had a copy of East of Eden. (John Steinbeck.) I looked
on an ancient Access data base we paid someone to do (the kid getting
married next month actually) and found it although the location codes
confused me. Finally we found it, though. I've never read it. I don't
know where this copy came from.
Then we drifted off,
FFP and I, after the search. During it we found almost as many books
we wanted to read as at the bookstore. Drifted to our opposite corners
of the house, we sent each other e-mail or called from office to office
using the three phone lines we use to do business. We resolved some
future social events, located an address I needed for a 'thank you'
note and both looked up a show we thought we'd watch on A&E tonight.
I had a couple of
conversations with my dad about a dinner out he's planning tomorrow
with us and some friends. We are synced up about tomorrow. The dinner
at least.
We are social animals.
And we need to sync up sometimes. But I personally have to have my time
to do things on my own schedule, too.
We did watch the
show together, drifting in and out during commercials to get something
from the kitchen.
Sunday,
June 29,
2003
JUST
TYPING
