Pay it ForwardOne can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay "in kind" somewhere else in life. Tuesday, October 24, 2000 This batch of entries starts here, so I hope you won't miss my social dance dilemmas, you folks who only read the most recent entry.
At work, I'm back on the XSLT train. I need to get myself back up to speed, and remind myself of what I was thinking when Chip took me off this project a few months ago. Kellie will take over answering the feedback mail, which she'll do fine with (she did it for nine months or so before I did). I'm amused at myself -- once I take something on, I don't want to give it up! But it's the right thing to do. After work, I went to see a movie at Redmond Town Center. Pay It Forward looked good in the previews, and my feelings about it are mostly positive. The ending made me irritated, though! It's so tear-jerky and manipulative, for no good reason. It's bathetic! (definition of bathos) Helen Hunt was scary looking -- not because of the waitress hairstyle or wardrobe, but there is something going on with her face. I know I read (where?) someone comparing her to a T-rex in The Lost World, and I could really see that. She didn't look like herself at all. Kevin Spacey was fine, and the boy Haley Joel Osment was good also. I would have allowed myself to cry more at the sentiment and sentimentality of it all, but I knew I'd have to drive home, and crying always messes up my contact lenses big time -- thus I'd have been peering through a foggy blur.
Because one of my bras gave up the ghost a day or so ago, I went to Lane bryant in the same shopping center, to replace it. Of course, I didn't stop at just one! I bought bras (and a few pieces of matching undergear) in black velour, purple "jungle madness" lace, bronze lace, and a pink purple print sheerwear number. I hope they never stop making those sheerwear bras; they fit me just right! I also got four cotton knit bras in various colors, which will be good for strenuous dancing. I needed to get four (or another even number) because it was twenty bucks each if you got two. Of course, that's only two bucks off each one, but still a worthwhile deal. They really should like me at Lane Bryant! The clerk gave me a few extra punches on my punchcard, because the Land Bryant flyer I'd been carrying around in my black tote bag had already expired. A year ago, Jack and I went for our one and only ride on the old Goldwing motorcycle he bought for us. I don't want to push him on getting it fixed, exactly; he's been distracted with the rafting this year, and I'd need to ride it more often to get used to being on a bike. That day last year was the only time I've ever been on a motorcycle. But I want to make sure that he can work on the bike if he wants to (with me helping), instead of planning a bunch of stuff that makes it impossible for him to get anything done on it.
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