Friday, February 27, 2004 |
A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
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dull duty There are things I feel a duty to do, but they don't excite me. They can fill the day.
I could have just bought some stuff for Dad to take to church. But he likes me to go along and help set up and clean up. I want to do things he wants me to do. Doesn't make it exciting, though. I want cable in the new room. (Actually we had one hookup and it was exactly where the big TV will be now so I don't know why the destruction crew/electricians didn't preserve it but they didn't. Strung three new wires. Like I said a couple of days ago...too many wires. The cable man will be here betwen one and five, they say. So I spend some time with old folks, setting up food, watching them play games, cleaning up. It makes Dad happy. I leave before it is over and go home. Good thing because the cable guys come at 12:30. I encourage them to let me set up a TV to test since we haven't moved TVs or anything into the room. They don't think it's necessary. Except later I find the cable box won't work...the one that has been sitting idle for three months although we are paying for it. I think it's gotten too many revs behind and with a cable tech on the phone I watch UNIX error messages from server. Later it will work but not in digital mode. So, guess what? I get to wait for the cable guy on Monday, too. |
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At the last minute we decided to get this bookcase built-in and paint it black. I think it's cool.
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JUST TYPING Do your duty.
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lunch snacks guacamole, chips, other
dips, vegies (carrots, squash, broccoli, zuchinni), one chocolate-covered
graham, some goldfish, some fruit salad (canned fruit and bananas), three
or four crackers with salmon and cream cheese and later some guacamole
and chips. dinner Today I
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I woke up in the new bed. I'm not really comfortable with it yet. It feels too hard and too soft at the same time. And too warm. It makes my hips ache a little. Maybe I'll get used to it. For all that I seem to have slept all right. It's weird sleeping in such a big room with so little furniture. The closet isn't finished and we don't have any furniture moved in so we are lost in this big room with no clothes...they are elsewhere. Strange sensation. I get up and dress. I showered before bed so I try to make something of my hair. I like the bed head look to a degree. I put on jeans and a nice shirt and sweater and my new Cole Haans with the Nike soles. I chop some vegies and get stuff together for my dad's church snacks. I drive them over to the church, help him set up and watch the games. I teach the word game ladies a new word (ken) and they correct me when I try to make the plural of hex as hexs. I clean up my stuff and slip out. The cable guys actually come early and hook up the connections. I should then go work out but I don't. My friend comes over who is putting the furniture together and FFP gets her to hang some pictures and it is kind of fun to be 'moving in.' So we discuss how the room will be arranged and things we need. We decide to see Cold Mountain. This will probably be my last Oscar nomination film unless I decide to see sometihng tomorrow. We go buy tickets at Gateway (carefully going to a theater showing our flick and not showing The Passion of The Christ (why not just Christ?) because of the crowds. After we have tickets we go eat at NXNW. We are way early for the show and we see some people who have just seen it and they are very enthusiastic. I like Cold Mountain and it's very true to what I remember from the book on tape. Home, I get in bed and crank up the bed and read my book. The bed is comfortable to read in. Sort of. Still getting used to it.
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Newspapers. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. (In bed.) Pending: Voices of D-Day. ed. Ronald Drez. DVD course on WWII.
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