September 24, 1998
Dear Everyone:
Mother is coming for a visit.
You know what that means.
Wash all the windows, clean the bathrooms, scrub
the kitchen floor.
It’s funny how you can live with all the dust and
spots and such, as long as no one else sees them.
Kind of like you can pretend they’re just a figment of your
imagination (especially the ones that move of their own volition).
But if someone else is going to see them, the spots have to go.
Ditto dust.
Now, “Jeannie” says that I don’t even know
how to have a messy home.
She can “out-mess me with one hand tied behind her back”.
“Jeannie” claims to have
dust bunnies big
enough to have names, but then maybe she’s confusing them with her cats.
On the other hand, “Marshall’s” attitude is:
“Clean the bathroom?
Nonsense! That’s what the
security deposit is for.”
Bunch of overachievers, all of us.
The reason Mother is coming for a visit, apart from
the fact that I still haven’t sent pictures of my new place, (For crying
out loud, it hasn’t even been a year, yet.
And I did buy the camera.
I’ve just been waiting for the right time.) is that the
Antioch
High School Reunion is a week from Saturday.
Originally, she was just going to fly down for the Reunion and a
quick visit with some relatives and fly right back again.
But now that she doesn’t have to rush home so soon,
she’s taking a week to see friends and family in the
Bay Area
and take a short side trip to
Fresno to
see “Marshall’s” place and go to
Yosemite.
And “Jeannie” and I are treating her to a haircut and style at
the salon where, purely by coincidence, we have appointments for our own
hair the day of the Reunion.
Among other things, this means I will be on
vacation next week and thus, no Letter next Thursday.
Try to hold on.
In other news...
The project to find a replacement for
Versatile is
moving along nicely. So far,
there are about 40 people planning to come from as far away as
Atlanta and
Ottawa to attend a
two-day “event” during which we’ll see demonstrations of four different
systems. I placed the
reservation for the conference room last week and was only able to get
two choices of dates during the second week in November.
And here I thought I was making plans well in advance!
ARMA
(Association of Records Managers and Administrators) has resumed
business after a brief respite in July and August.
This means that twice each month I will have to stay up late.
I remember a time when staying up late was considered a special
treat. Now it feels more
like a chore, or even a punishment.
And speaking of punishment, is anyone else as sick
and tired of all this
fuss over
the President as I am? As
nearly as I’ve been able to figure it all out,
Kenneth Starr
was supposed to look into a
questionable real estate deal that happened long before
Clinton was
elected. How in the world
did he manage to go through more twists and turns than a labyrinth, only
to wind up with a
young woman of questionable judgment and a man with a questionable
sense of definition?
Any day now, it’s going to come out (no pun
intended) as a CD-ROM video game.
(Try to keep up with the Special Prosecutor as he ducks into
tunnels, flies out of caves, and leaps across incredulous chasms, all
the while chasing a
chimera!)
Question:
How long will it take us all to get up to the next level?
Answer:
As long as the TV ratings hold out.
Love, as always,
Pete
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