Saturday, November 9, 2002

a big chocolate bear

"In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants and the other is getting it."
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windemere's Fan, 1892

I can't seem to get rolling today.

I play taxi to FFP who goes to the UT football game (and the tailgate party preceding it) with a client.

I drop him off at a parking lot to join the tailgate party. I intend to go to the club for a workout but I'm worried about the backups I try to run every night on our network. They don't seem to be working. So I go back home and work on that. I get some things to work but it is frustrating. I try to burn a CD on FFP's machine. I don't think that drive has ever worked correctly. It plays DVDs, though. Not that we ever do that. So I get a DVD and play it in both that computer and the Mac just to compare. Just watching a few scenes. Annie Hall if you must know. This is the only way we can watch DVDs at the moment. The unit in our media room went out.

I go to 34th Street for lunch with SuRu. I'm nervous, anxious. Don't know why. I have a BLT and some fries. SuRu and I switch halves so I have half the BLT and half of a Turkey. We share the fries.

At home I try to do something useful. I turn on the radio to see how the game is going (as in when will it be over so that I can go pick up FFP).

FFP calls and I go down to the drag and pick him up.

And I waste the rest of the evening. Doing what? Eating. (Nachos? Spinach salad? both? neither? I forget.) Watching TV. Reading from the ever-growing newspaper pile.

JUST TYPING
There are only so many hours.
In the day.
Even retired.
They lie there beckoning.
Can you do something useful?
Do you know how?