September 7th, 2002

Roman

pain

The night was not so good for my right leg. It went into pains that I had not had before, like the joint was not working at all. Quite painful. I'll give it a few days, see how it does, lay off the long walks.
Roman

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I have been so sleepy today. I didn't drink any alcohol last night and went to bed at a reasonable time. But maybe that business with my knee did it. I was tossing all over the place. I was thinking how nice it was that the bed is big enough that I can keep rearranging myself all night and not disturb Bullet when he is right next to me, by my head. I don't understand cats but I think I have an inkling. I noticed that they came to sleep with me even when I switched beds when Mary and Joey stayed here one night. So they like sleeping with me specifically, even though I could tell Simba was happy to have Joey's attention during the day. They feel an affection for me that is not just because I feed them. Whatever it is, I like it. They keep me company, accept me always, offer wonderful undemanding affection. Many times I lie on the bed or the couch and Simba will curl up in my arm, his head on my shoulder. It is so peaceful. All seems right with the world then.
Roman

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I've done a few things today. I don't know how meaningful they are. I never know that, though. I looked for a push mower at three places: two home improvement stores and Sears, and ended up ordering one from sears.com, which I can pick up. It was funny how these push types are so hard to find now. Everything is electric or gas. I can't see using a power mower on my little back yard. It will be good for me, anyway. Sharp blades, cool. I have never had a new one before, and haven't had one at all for years.

I worked on my new web pages, got my bio, sort of, up there. Some of the links are incorrect. I figure I'll get to them. It looks better than it did before, is more up to date.

Dang. I should be getting that newsletter finished. For the foundation. I keep forgetting.

I read in my new book: Immediate Fiction. It's a "complete writing course". So far I actually believe that. We'll see how I do with it.

I checked out the new Starbucks in Marigold. I have been looking and wondering what it is, what is the tipping point with Starbucks? Why do these places succeed where other local coffee places do not? Of course consistency is one reason. What else?

Sometimes I think I have too many interests. It is a curse of my family. We throw our talents and interests all over the map and it is hard to focus.