Friday
Aug 17, 2001
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Friday Aug 17, 2001 |
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remembering the tower |
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My mood is more upbeat. But it is Friday. And I do skip a meeting, one I think I can safely skip, but still. I sit through another one that has more 'managing people' than 'technical meat.' I prefer the technical. The good news is that I'm just a consultant. I don't do anything. And I don't make anyone else do anything. Ah, that's the good part. It's the bad part, too, of course.
At lunch SuRu and I eat at Edge City. I eat a pita. I leave some chips on the plate and drink water instead of a sweet drink. That's my nod to needing to lose weight. Someone offers me a Payday miniature candy bar when I get back to work, though, and I take it. After we eat we wander Barnes and Noble. SuRu looks at art books and art magazines. I look at a few other things and then stand beside her. I leaf through the digital photography magazines. We don't buy anything. The good news is that, more and more, I go shopping without buying.
I arrive home in the evening quite ready to have dinner and snooze in my chair. FFP is making salmon. And field peas out of a can spiced up with jalapenos. (Quite good actually.) I snack on some cheese my niece Jenny sent for my birthday, a good strong in-your-face Chevre.
Forrest is ready to watch Dateline which has been hyping a bit on the Whitman shooting. So we watch it. But the bit is at the end. So we have to watch other stories about floods and hurricanes and volcanos erupting. I guess Charles Whitman was just another natural disaster. They have an interview with the woman who was shot and lay in the line of fire without moving until it was over. She was pregnant and lost the baby. Forrest is puzzled about the people they mention but don't name. The 'citizen' who went up on the tower with the two police officers. One of the rescuers whose name he knows. FFP has been reliving this a lot lately with the anniversary and our visit to the drag.
Since I got very little sleep Thursday night, I'm tired enough to snooze in front of the TV and to go to bed at a decent hour.
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dreaming (and also practicing Fireworks)
"One of the
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old postcard of the tower, thanks ebay |
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After being a slug most of the day and night, I can experience, while surfing and drawing on the computer and pondering words a feeling of well-being, of doing what I'm supposed to be doing. (What? This random walk is my life's meaningful activity?) |
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JUST
TYPING