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Sunday May 21, 2000
"Fame is the advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little." Stanislaus Leszcynski, Oeuvres du philosophe bien-faisant, 1763
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eXtreme returns Awakened to a call from SuRu about eXtreme reunion. The wake-up call was enough to make Chalow think that she might get a walk. I tried to dress calmly. But just getting my boots on, picking up my camera and carrying it to the other room inspired her to twirl around, jump and pant. I think she's back! I was careful not to touch the waist pouch, the water bottles it holds or her leash until the last possible second lest she be exhausted before we got out the front door. At SuRu's, Chalow strains toward a dog behind a fence next door. She seems to have forgotten her attack, for better or worse. We decide to go to Upper Crust and back. This isn't a long trip and the day is cool in the shade if not in the sun. Chalow seems to do well. We sit in the shade outside Upper Crust, giving the dogs water out of their bottle and having a drink and snack ourselves. On the trip back, Zoey sees a squirrel and in her attempt to chase it as it taunts her (sticking its head out from behind a position low on the tree trunk) she rips her choke collar into pieces. This surprises her, though, and SuRu is able to restrain her and link her back to her regular collar. This inspires the squirrel to roll around in the dirt, exposing its belly. Zoey runs back to the tree and jumps straight up in the air. But, no squirrel. She never gets the squirrel. I stop to shoot a picture or two in Lucinda's front yard of her lovely purple house. Chalow shows her lack of fitness by taking the opportunity to lie down. Still, she's smiling. She's back. We will have to build up to the two and three mile treks, especially with the heat building up, but generally I think she'll be fine. We lunch with an eclectic mix of folks...art gallery owner, artist from Mexico, curator from UT's Blanton museum, local artist, cookbook writer who lives in Mexico, Fonda's owner Tom. Generally a good conversation except for missed nuances in Spanish and one person's attempt to know it all and advise everyone on their lives. I have no skin in the game. I call her on it. The look on her face is funny. The curator, an interesting guy I've heard a lot about, talks about museums and their roles and museums he likes. I like him and would like to see more of him. An afternoon of newspaper reading and WEB browsing and a bit of work. Then we head to the new opera building and Armstrong Music School for a reception and dedication of one of the rooms. Tours are given. It's a great building, a real tribute to those who worked to make it happen. The FP recital hall is wonderful. Accoustically fine and with all kinds of high tech stuff. The music school is holding all kinds of nifty classes. They have neat classrooms, practice rooms, a computer lab. The view from the roof (limit 60 people due to weight limitations) is fine with the Capitol peeking out from the downtown buildings and the new smattering of cranes.
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