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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

I donít know if itís payback or entitlement or what, but I decided that since the Boss was sending me on an unnecessary errand this morning, I would take a little extra time to do something for myself. He wouldnít even ask me to go to FedEx to overnight something to him. He made Julie ask me, so I was more likely not to whine and try to get out of it.

The thing is, they could have asked me for this document a week ago, or even more, and I would have been able to send it by regular mail. Since I go to the post office every single day, that wouldnít have been much of a strain. But since I had to cross the freeway to get to the FedEx place I like (and I wouldnít go to one I didnít like), I stayed on the other side and did some things for me.

Of course, the only one who really suffers is my own self, since I donít really have time for gallivanting during the work day. I had to work late to finish payroll tonight, and none of the other things on my list even got touched today, much less roped and wrestled to the ground.

So thatís how I found myself at the haircutting place in the mall, the very same place where Iíve given generous tips for two lousy haircuts in a row. They donít seem so lousy when I walk out of the shop, but by the next day I usually look as if Iíve just been returned from an alien abduction. This time I walked out of the shop not feeling so great about the haircut, so maybe this one will work out better. I hope so, because I left a big tip.




11 January 2005

Clouds over clouds.



While I was at the mall, I also got a new battery for my watch. Itís been something like four months since Iíve worn a watch. Before that I had it on whenever I left the house. Anyone could ask me what time it was and Iíd know. Thatís the kind of high-class rep wearing a watch will give you. Since September Iíve had to ask other people for the time. Such shame Iíve never known.

I donít know if Iíll remember to put in on when I go out. I donít know for sure if I even want to know the time any more. Iíve done pretty well without it for these last few months. But I didnít spend $7.95 at JC Penney for nothing, so Iím sure Iíll get used to wearing a watch again. Iíll probably just forget to look at it.




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I also wandered down to the bookstore while I was at the mall and spent another few bucks. I just finished a Maeve Binchy novel, and in looking through the list inside I saw the titles of at least two of her books I didnít think Iíd ever read. I could only find one of those on the bookstore shelf, so I bought it. Itís called Evening Class, and itís the story of two of the characters featured in Quentins, the one I just finished. Iím so happy to be back in that world again, whenever I have time to read (and believe me, thatís one thing I make time for, tax season or not).

Recent recommendations can always be found on the links page.


One year ago: Worth It
"David's face as he watched Tammy walk down the aisle with D.J. The three of them lighting the unity candle. The speeches. The dancing. The food. Dakota bounding down the stairs, counting them off: 'One. Two Three. Four. Five. Fourteen!'"

Two years ago: Embarking
"There isn't a class I can take in this, is there? One that isn't taught by a car salesman?"

Three years ago: Undismayed
"If they had hands, they would have been clenched at their sides, or pointing crooked fingers at me as I went by."

Four years ago: Glub! Glub! Glub!
"Sometimes you're riding the raft down the river, and sometimes you're under the raft."

Five years ago: No Time
"And, quite possibly, the world is carried on the back of a giant turtle."


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