Saturday

June 9, 2001

self portrait in the Reichstag mirrors, June 1999

Meta: I've done pretty well for a while producing a page a day in this thing. It's taken on a life of its own. Sometimes I feel like if I just do this, all will be well. It's my little work of naive art...like some guy making an Eiffel Tower from matchsticks.

When I called Mom this morning, she said Dad's cousin (second?) was coming over. He wanted to look at their genealogical info. He and Dad had a common grandmother I think. Mary Anna Poindexter was her name. I think. I got all lost in the generations. (And I always thought my cousin Mary Anna was named that because her Mom's oldest sister was Mary and her youngest Anna. Which was sort of true. But they were named after their mother's own mother, Mary Anna. Our family largely prefers family given, also-called Christian, names. Both branches. Even though Linda was an up-to-the-minute name when I received it, it was taken from my Dad's aunt. )

I went over to my parents in the afternoon and met the cousin and found a couple more layers of ancestors for his common tree with Dad on the internet. The Watts family of Virginia. James Watts Poindexter was their great grandfather. The other interesting thing about this guy was that he lives in that in-town trailer park, Pecan Grove. It's right there nestled amid restaurant row. He said it was hard to move into a mobile home. "You have to pretty much throw everything away. I had to buy a laptop because it was the only computer that fit." He took the stuff I printed from the WEB about the Watts family of Virginia but said they he personally found the WEB boring. "I never surf." He said he got lots and lots of e-mail, though.

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When I drove up to my parents' house, I noticed the neighbors were having a garage sale. Sure enough, Dad had scored a piece of driftwood and Mom paid $5 for a large, rather uninspired picture of a sailboat. Which will, in any case, look better than the costume jewelry creation of a Christmas tree that has been on the large wall since Christmas.

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I was going to work today (from home) but I couldn't get hooked up to the computer at work and was too lazy to actually go into the office. We use VPN software to connect with Houston, I think. Don't know if it had anything to do with the floods in Houston. Wow. Some stories. I'm supposed to go over there next week. Surprised with my luck that I wasn't driving there when the flood came.

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We saw the Tapestry Dance Company's tonight at the Zach Scott. The first half was very good. Then it got a little old. It was a modern day Stomp. Some of the bits were a little too much like work! The last piece was called Pink Slip.

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On the way home from the show, FFP said he wanted a pizza pie. I said I wanted Cheerios. Usually we never have cereal because he doesn't drink milk and I don't usually especially want it so we never have milk. When I mentioned the Cheerios, we were about to pass 35th Street so FFP pulled off at the Randall's. I got Honey Nut Cheerios and milk and he got a steak. That was our late night supper. I don't usually go to the store. When I do, I find myself wandering around like I'm in a foreign country looking at food products I didn't know they made and the gadgets hanging out in the aisles. In the end, steak won out over pizza pie for Forrest. Maybe because it's easier to prepare.

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It sure seems that I should have accomplished more today.

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