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Thursday June 8, 2000
"La douleur est l'auxiliaire de la crιation." "Suffering is the auxiliary of creation." Lιon Bloy, Pages de Lιon Bloy, choisies par Raiss Maritain
must have enchilada!
Fido Didos bring me an alien for inspriration
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muddy vision The trouble with having a vision is in seeing something a long way off clearly and then picking the important elements of it and then, hardest of all, picking a path to reach it which has enough interim payoffs to live on and enough flexible decision points to respond to crushing change. My business is so fun. So...I worked. At lunch time, I had a vision of an enchilada that would not go away. This in spite of the fact that my weight is creeping up inexorably toward 180 again. Nothing satisfies this enchilada vision but a trip to a greasy Mexican food joint. So I'm off to Ala Carrera. Decorated with whatever was on sale one weekend at Home Depot (what else would explain overhead garage doors to separate the back room if necessary and booths surrounded by galvanized tin?) the place is pretty big and it's full of workers, mostly from Dell, on lunch breaks. I saw one tie. I laughed that there is now a Gateway store next to it. I walked around Academy Surplus after this and bought a couple of pair of good tennis socks (ever hopeful that I'm going to get a game up at my new club). I walked through the different aisles just for the heck of it. I'm always amazed at all the equipment they have for sports and camping and such. It's no longer a Surplus store at all, just a sporting goods store. FFP has shopped and I help him cook a dinner of rare tuna with bananas and pineapple seared in olive oil, salad and steamed zuchinni, yellow squash and onions. Yummy. I realize I forgot my niece's birthday and my sister's anniversary. I send an apologetic e-mail and order an amazon gift certificate for the niece. SuRu calls and says her dog is driving her crazy so we take Zoey the cat stalker (it's hard with red lights racing on her special night-walking collar and her mom at the end of a leash on her choke collar) for a walk. We go to Northland and back. I'm not reallly tired, but I resist going that far, but we do. Back home, I break out in a sweat. My energy is gone and I watch a program of weird television ads from Europe and read the paper, drifting in and out of sleep.
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