Wednesday,
September 18, 2002
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because I forgot to take my camera to get a picture of Dad and because Jeff is cuter
"Death is the ugly fact which
Nature has to hide, and she hides it well." |
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moving junk around I finish packing my stuff. I give away one framed poster. One less thing. Still, when I get this load home the guest room is choc-a-bloc with unnecessary things.
This morning I went to Dad's and looked through some itemized hospital bills I ordered. Amazing.
I had lunch with a work buddy. I thought he might try to talk me out of retiring. He didn't. Nice guy. I leave the company in good hands, too, since he is a smart, creative, hard-working guy.
FFP doesn't feel too well. Dad has come over to our house after getting a haircut in our neighborhood and is dozing over a book. SuRu comes over and the three of us go to Four Seasons and eat appetizers. SuRu drinks Club Soda (designated driver) and Dad and I drink 1 1/2 beers. I share my second. Rebecca plays for us starting with 'Happy Birthday' and the servers give Dad some chocolate goodies on a plate that says 'Happy Birthday' in chocolate. Dad is 86. Incredible.
Last night I didn't sleep. So tonight I will. Besides, I found out that the conference had agreed to a substitute for me. That was a sticking point to me retiring and not feeling bad about the timing. Forrest finds a TV show about the holocaust and homosexuals. Lots of interesting footage including interviews with some survivors. They showed the whole symbology of hate, too. The pink triangle and the Star of David, another color triangle for socialists and another for gypsies. Icons for reasons to hate. This was an interesting program. Some of the interviewees were 100 years old! I kept dozing, though. I tried to read as well. It's good to sleep after a night of restlessness. I finally succumb to bed.
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