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Full Moon
Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.
-- Albert Camus
Tuesday, December 21, 1999
One year ago: Christmas Spirit
Two years ago: In-Santa-Cide
I awoke this morning from a strange dream. I was at some sort of folk music festival in the countryside (that imagery came from scenes of a Ken Russell [!] documentary about English folk music I saw last night) and some guy who I knew in the dream was making romantic overtures to me. Jack was around, but didn't seem to be reacting to this. Then someone gave me a letter or note from him, that said he was really hurt by my involvement with this other guy. I started to awaken around then, still so groggy that I wanted to go back to sleep and "fix" the dream!
I'm still waking in the middle of the night. Monday morning I was up for two hours, from two AM to four AM, taking meds, then eating ice cream and doing webstuff. Last night I was up for only an hour. I am getting better, gradually. I haven't taken any cold meds today, just the ibuprofen I took when I got up, and some more in late afternoon when my throat started to pain me again.
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It's been very quiet at work. M--- was out sick, yesterday and most of today. Kellie has errands to run. I've been updating the site and conferring with Chip via phone in the mornings. If I weren't needed for doing the build most evenings, I'd take off early and recuperate myself. I did go do a bit of shopping at Redmond Town Center yesterday during the middle of the afternoon. I got the thing I wanted for Jack, but my desire for more Revels CDs was frustrated at Borders. I couldn't figure out which category they'd be in: folk music, classical music, something else.... And the store was too crowded for me to force my way through to the infomation desk worker and ask.
I decided against going to the Solstice Feast. Last year I was worried about icy roads, this year it's this damnable bug! I'm still not feeling great, so I wouldn't want to be handling other people's food, and that's the task that Jane is coordinating and that I would have been helping with. I really enjoyed it, two years ago, and I hope that I can do it next year. I'll be skipping the Savoy swing club dance, also. I will go to the Cacophony meeting; I hope other folks do, also.
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Later: I did go to the "meeting," if such it can be called when there were only two of us there. I drove directly to our U-district coffeshop meeting place. Once again they were out of sandwiches, so I had a large latte, then got a large bowl of a very good, spicy white bean soup, made with "red and green bells, and garlick." Jayson turned up just as I sat down with the soup and bread. We chatted about stuff (he hadn't realized that I'm in a new job now), but he was distracted by his young daughter, now almost two, who wanted to charge around the crowded coffee shop.
My sister M--- wrote me, about the extra-wide dining room table that was our mother's:
"The dining room table was just delivered with the lifetime fix. The part that sits on top of the pedestal and holds the sliders and the top was cracked. The root cause of the problem was a lack of support in the middle of the table, so they fixed the crack, and the latch that hold the two halves of the pedestal together, and added a new part to the bottom of the pedestal on both sides. It looks great and works great. $XXX delivered. ouch! oh well, I hope J-- and/or B---- have many children and lots of holiday gatherings. This whole thing has made me feel as if I were the keeper of the table, instead of the table being a piece of furniture for our use."
I replied that perhaps I'll strike it rich one day, live in a big house, and have large gatherings or dinner parties. Then I'll pass it on to my nephews again. (I also offered to chip in on the cost of the repair, since the table is a part of my heritage, also.)
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I checked again on the schedule of meal providers for the overflow shelter I help with. It's Thursday evening that I need to bring sack lunches for the homeless men, but that's when Jack will be here! So I think the thing to do is to bring plastic grocery sacks to work with me that day, then go to the store while I'm at work. That way, I can drop the food off on my way home.
I didn't get a call about my new contact lenses today. I hope they arrive tomorrow! I'n so tired of seeing the world half-blurred.
Did you remember to look at the moon? It was very prominent through our office windows in the late afternoon.
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