Monday, November 24, 1997

Did I tell you? A week from today I'm starting work on that project with the technical documentation. That's going to be strange, getting up at some sort of regular time and going to one place for several days in a row. I started to get used to that today by getting up and acting as if I was getting ready to go to work. One of the public stations I listen to runs Karl Haas in the morning, the Adventures In Good Music program, and today he did a show explaining the difference between oboe and english horn. What was neat about this, for me, was that the first piece he used to illustrate what "oboe" was about was the Haydn concerto in C, which I played one year in college. They didn't play nearly enough of it on the radio. It's what I like in Haydn -- simple, elegant, difficult enough to keep me awake but not pointless showing-off of technique.

I'll add more to this later. I just wanted to write this up while I was thinking about it.

It's later now. I was out for a while and there's Thanksgiving fever in all the supermarkets. The Jewel I go to off North Clark (yeah, I know it's not the best, but it's close) was jammed with people shopping for frozen bowling balls in white plastic. "Turkeys," I think they call them.

What is Miss Jeanne doing for Thanksgiving? I don't know. I suppose I could sit around here and watch things on television. I suppose I could cook. I suppose I could call people... distant relatives mostly. I suppose I could take off my clothes and dance in Daley Center Plaza.

I have no idea what Miss Jeanne is doing this Thanksgiving.

Don't make me think about it yet.

I wonder if Fargo would mind going traveling? I kind of like the idea of going off into the traveling mob, pretending to be going somewhere to be with lots of friendly people, like everyone else. Then, just decide when I've gone far enough, then turn around and come back. Have Thanksgiving dinner in some anonymous family restaurant in Wisconsin or Missouri or Ohio or somewhere, and then come home.

I don't want a Thanksgiving like last year. I'll get around to telling you about that some time, but not yet.

I've written about it, though.