Wednesday,
February 13, 2002
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the hearts invade
I'm only photographing them...
"We must grant each artist
his subject, his idea, his donné: our criticism is applied
only to what he makes of it."
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hearts approach Actually it is Ash Wednesday if you are religious in that way. I didn't see any ashes on any forehands today. I do see a traffic jam in front of the Catholic church on Burnet Road in the early evening. Volunteer guys are trying to direct traffic in the chicken lane at risk of life and limb. I am in a good mood. For no reason. I work in a true ADD fashion. I read one page of a book that has some info I need. I read one page of a document I'm reviewing. I run some tests. I get an interrupt from the coordinator of a briefing I'm participating in on Tuesday. She wants my presentation by four o'clock. Good luck. I was going to prepare it on Monday after spending my time on material for a Friday meeting this week. Oh. Well. I start on it, pausing to send people e-mail asking for help, complaining about our own company WEB site.
Even though this presentation and the meeting Friday are hanging over my head, the good mood remains. There are greater troubles in this life. I don't have many of them.
At lunch we celebrate SuRu's birthday some more by having six of us go to Z'Tejas. I have their green salad, a cup of gumbo and some of that good cornbread. It's good.
After work, I take six watches to this battery place on Burnet. They are able to fix two of them, for only ten bucks. They could fix three more if they weren't out of the kind of battery they all need. Still, I have two spares now and one is my favorite and one is an Indiglo. Better to wait to fix the others until they might have their turn at being worn. Then I go to Hobby Lobby. What is it about hobby stores that guarantees clueless staff, poor stock and problems at the register?. Anyway, I end up with some rubber cement, some candy hearts and some blank cards including some red ones. They don't have a decent size rubber cement, I have to locate the blank cards myself and the guy at the register enters my tendered cash as an item. Otherwise, a fine experience. The hearts are for photographing and making Valentines. Really.
At home, I find that Forrest has gotten cooked shrimp, turtle soup and some twice-baked potatoes from take-out. I eat. I have in mind to make Valentines for several people. In the end, I just get one made for FFP. He has purchased one for me. It's real cute and appropriate. I ask how long it took to pick out. "A couple of minutes," he says. I spend too long pondering how to make one, what to say. As usual I don't just print it on the computer. Instead I print out stuff, cut it up and glue it togehter in a mix of old and new. I must have made my mother-in-law a card or she saw one I made. She sent us a Valentine made from a notecard with cherries on the front and blank inside. She decorated it with pictures of flowers and cupcakes and hearts and Valentine bears from newspaper ads. Very sweet.
So I didn't get any more Valentines made and I didn't get any more work done on the backups and computer clean-ups I've been working on. Nor did I finish editing the journal entries that are hidden or decide what to do with them. Oh. Well. There is always another day. Maybe next year I'll make Valentines for everyone.
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TYPING