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April 18, 2000
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a calm day No meetings. This allowed me to actually work. SuRu assisted me in getting an oil change. Preventive maintenance is so satisfying. The poison ivy is being tolerated. I'm only using wine (internally, not topically) to treat it. After work, SuRu and I walked the dogs. We joke about trying to go new ways which is impossible. Still, there are new things to see, always. The firemen have the unit out, kids have created art, something new is blooming. Change is constant. The poison ivy is interesting. It will burn and stab with pricks of pain and then for minutes or hours go pain-free, numb almost. I always tell people when they get a mosquito bite not to scratch or touch it. In about a half hour, it will go from a big welt to gone and forgotten. UNLESS...you touch it. Scratching doesn't help poison ivy, for sure. But you can't get shut of it in such a short time. At work, we discussed whether I should make an exeption to my copyright policy and copyright my poison ivy pictures. SuRu says it looks gross. I don't know...being optimized for WEB viewing calms it considerably. Mighty Kymm is wondering how people can just stop writing and, indeed, I don't know. But they do. They disappear without a trace. I know some people read this and don't comment. That seems hard to me. For the journals I read regularly, I eventually need to comment. Just like I eventually give e-mail an answer if it's directed to me. Personal or business. Or try to. Some people read this and comment in an ingenuous way like my friend Mark who will say, "I see Forrest is interested in a 100 CD changer, I have more than one hooked together." "Don't tell Forrest," I advise. Other people will comment on different shoes (a Nancy) but some read, I know, and say nothing, don't feel compelled to reply. My friend Anne is like me...she has to dash off a note now and then to comment on something. (I guess the fact that her house occasionally appears may have something to do with that. But still.)
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"Better use medicines at the outset than at the last moment." Publilius Syrus, Maxim |
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it doesn't seem much worse, does it?
crime scene or kids playing? you decide
new blooms |
