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March 23, 2000

 

 

 

 

 

paraphrasing

He said, she said. I can't remember literally what people say. Not word for word. Usually, though, I think I get their meaning. But what is this about "Each dragon was more ferocious than the other." That's not only strange, it's impossible in my scheme of mathematics. But it's an interesting thing to think about. No wonder I couldn't correctly recall it.

The other thing that keeps coming back to me about that house was how strange it was to look down about three stories on that long pool and manicured back yard with volleyball court and palm trees. It looked like a painting done in that photo-realistic style, not like a real place.

This morning my dad woke my mom up by recalling the Monday after the weekend they married. He said to her, "Get up. You and Betty have to go to school." Mom and her friend, Betty, were college roommates. They'd both secretly married. Secretly, because married girls couldn't go to college, of course. Of course not.

Mom had her nouns back this morning.

Discussing old times with old friends is funny. Old things don't hurt anymore. Old victories are weak and old defeats have lost their sting. That's the good thing about time passing. I won't say that time heals. It just puts some distance between you and things. Little specks on the horizon, all kind of look the same. Sometimes people keep a telescope trained on old victories and defeats. And there lies regret.

Dinner with our old buddy Jim at Fonda San Miguel was enjoyable but I should have had a walk after being cooped up in meetings all day.

Watching old movies about actresses whose youth had flown, leaving them adrift, put a somber spin on the evening. (Star, What Price Hollywood, Sunset Boulevard). Reading an amusing new issue of The New Yorker brightened things up.

I've discovered an amusing journal, but Susan's husband finds it forgettable. Hey, he could be correcting her quotes of him!

 

 
 

"Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge."

Kahil Gibran, The Voice of the Master

 
 

 

 

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