Saturday, October 25, 2003 |
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A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
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food | reading | writing | time | exercise | health and mood |
. Dad gardening
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things do change I woke up dreaming of floating in water in a car. The car was filling with water but there was no danger except that I wondered if the books floating about would be damaged. A visit to an old haunt where not much has changed except things do, don't they? Given 27 years. Things we thought were futuristic are commonplace but one thing we thought futuristic is gone. Prices have gone up. People have died. Eras and ages are over.
So I woke up in that
floating dream and floated through the rest of the day. It was very much a trip to nostalgia. Things are different now. Before we went and after we got back we fought little temporary glitches on our Roadrunner service and cursed that we were not truly always on and fast. When we ate migas on our wedding day, we had no computers at home and wouldn't have for four years. And when we got them, being connected like this was unthinkable. Dad and FFP's parents are still here but my mother is gone. When I married a grandmother, several aunts, a couple of cousins and several friends were alive that are gone now. Things just keep on changing. When we married, there was a fast airplane, The Concorde SST, that we could never hope to fly. FFP got to see it one time when it touched down at Bergstrom and a few years later I saw it on the ground when it flew into the Washington area. Then in 1997, I got to fly from London to New York on it. The noise of its takeoffs apparently irritated people in nearby areas and they were celebrating around Kennedy yesterday because an SST took off for the last time. Times change, they do. Cisco's clientele, at least those who go into the back, have always been sort of yuppified in neat sports clothes with maybe a Polo brand shirt or two. But in the old days, Rudy was alive and greeting people and the people at the next table weren't talking about the Lottery because Texas didn't have one. There didn't used to be menus either and, while the choices are pretty limited still, there is a menu. Prices are probably 3X what they were then. I wake up dreaming of floating and float through the day dreaming of floating through time. |
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JUST TYPING Dreaming of floating.
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lunch snacks some cheddar cheese
and a couple of Fritos...just a few, really dinner Today I didn't:
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We went to Cisco's instead of working out and then I had to digest it before I could go to the gym. Dad was here doing his sharecropper thing next door when I got home. When he got tired, we talked for a while. Finally, it was 2pm and I decided that I needed to work out, get some groceries. It was three, though, before I got there because FFP had a little task and I kept doing other things and fretting over the Roadrunner intermittently not working. It was five at least before I got home from the gym. Since I was grubby and sweaty anyway I worked on the pond and then we had dinner and I washed up the dishes. This might be the last baseball game of the season, so I watched it while reading some papers.
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Read some papers. Read .I.F. Stone's A Nonconformist History of our Times: The War Years 1939-1945 at the gym. Read Paris in Mind a little at the gym
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Nada. Oh, I guess I might have taken a note or two on something. Besides the things I'm trying to write aren't really writing anyway.
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thirty minutes on recumbent bike My new lower body and bicep exercises.
Whew. These are hard for me. thirty minutes on recumbent bike |
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