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Friday, May 16th, 2003 04:24 pmAt 3:30 this morning, the answering machine beeped loudly, said "Please wait," then beeped again a few seconds later. Somewhere around nine, it did the same thing again. So I'm waiting.
This is a good day for waiting rather than doing. Cool, grey, windy, rainy. All I really want to do is sit and look at the tree outside my window, admire the texture of wet bark in diffuse light, the delicate play of shades of green in the leaves, and listen to music. (A housemate was listening to Spanish jazz earlier; after that, another was playing his drums in an African rhythm. It's a day for music.) I have to go out soon to stretch my legs and buy some groceries, but not right now. I'm waiting.
One thing I will do is unplug that blasted answering machine.
This is a good day for waiting rather than doing. Cool, grey, windy, rainy. All I really want to do is sit and look at the tree outside my window, admire the texture of wet bark in diffuse light, the delicate play of shades of green in the leaves, and listen to music. (A housemate was listening to Spanish jazz earlier; after that, another was playing his drums in an African rhythm. It's a day for music.) I have to go out soon to stretch my legs and buy some groceries, but not right now. I'm waiting.
One thing I will do is unplug that blasted answering machine.
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