Tuesday, February 10, 2004 |
A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
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waiting One thing needs to happen and then another becomes clearer. I'm waiting for various reasons and there is no reason I can't accomplish things while waiting but I don't necessarily do it.
It's happened to me more than once in my life. Many, many times, in fact. You are waiting for an event, the result of a test, an e-mail, a confirmation to proceed. Something. And everything seems to be pending. Plans will be set based on the outcome of Dad's biopsy and our discussions with the doctors tomorrow. I don't feel like committing to certain things today. I need to make some reservations for Dallas where we are going in a few weeks. I need to make some reservations for our trip to France in the summer. I just let things pend. We are also waiting for the floor guys to do things, finish up, before other peopl can try to fix things. It seems like everything is on hold. And this, in a way, is comforting. Waiting for this and that. |
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JUST TYPING I'll just wait
and see.
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lunch snacks a bunch of all sugar candy (about two hundred calories worth) dinner queso and several tortillas Today I
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I am up at 7:30 and I dress for the gym and fool with the taxes a little and leave some notes for our bookkeeper who is coming by. I finish yesterday's journal. Then I head for a workout. I don't think any workmen will be here when I get back so I don't plan to shower there. I go downtown first to return the videos we rented. The club is really crowded for some reason. After my workout, I go home, shower, have lunch, talk to the bookkeeper and to SuRu on the phone. Then I straighten up a few things in my office. It is quite tedious. Things just get away from me. I find myself sorting stuff that should have been filed in 1992. Someone drops by with a picture
to be scanned. I do it and mail it to FFP. I fold laundry and brush my
teeth. I talk to the maid and the bookkeeper. And then I go see a movie.
I meet a friend and the two of us and two other people watch The
Cooler. I am trying to see films that are nominated. Alec Baldwin
has been nominated for supporting actor for this one. I don't know. At
the end we aren't sure if we like it or not. My birthday friend and I get there early but our other friend is even earlier. We eat, drink, talk. The friend we meet says she heard that a colleague of ours from long, long ago had committed suicide. [Ed. note: Tomorrow morning before our protagonist gets out of bed her husband will say, "I checked the obits and nobody we know died." She will then mention the suicide which is not in the paper. He will say, "Isn't that the guy who fell in our hot tub at some party?" She will remember the incident, vaguely. The hot tub was pulled up and discarded a decade ago to make way for THE ROOM.] After the meal, my friend and I drive to the other friend's house in South Austin and look at it and discuss the remodeling she proposes. Then it's home for reading and TV.
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Newspapers. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. Omaha Beach; A Flawed Victory by Adrian R. Lewis. [Finshed this one. Still say the guy had twenty pages or material and stretched it to a couple of hundred.]
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one hour on recumbent bike
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