"I Hate That Type"

We always look back on the good old days.   But back in those good old days, people looked back on an earlier time as "the good old days".   These days we're living in now will be the good old days for our grandchildren because of the simple delights remembered.   Meanwhile, we're dying in agony.  Back in those times it wasn't any easier to open our hearts to ourselves and others tha it is now.
-Philosophical Statements Book
by Michael J Armijo

Twenty-five years ago today:


September 29, 1986
Monday

Paloma sent me a postcard dated September 28, 1986 of a "Spanish Senorita". She wrote:

Marbella, SPAIN, Write me-Write me


Hello Michael,


Here is another card for your collection. I don't know if I sent you this one before. Pretty, huh? I've got a bunch just for you, the only problem is that I never find the time to write on them. I'm so tired of being here. I still have a month and a half left and then I'm going back to Paris. I can't wait, even if the weather is really nice here and awful in Paris…I think. I don't know where I'll go next yet. I might go back to Africa but I'll let you know, maybe you'll come? My boyfriend's parents are here right now. It's fun. They are really nice, just like yours. I'll write again very soon. I promise, promise. I miss you very much.


Love,
Paloma-

On this Monday morning I started to do my two-set barbell routine before my departure for work. As long as I keep it up I might see some progress.

It looks like a beautiful day today. I was supposed to go to Chinatown but it was decided that I won't be after all. I have no discretionary money to spend anyway.

I really want to buy a house though. I'm looking into it seriously (once my bills are paid off?). And one I get my $4000 check in December and the $8600 check in January. Perhaps I can think seriously at that time.

I tried calling Los Angeles again. It seems to me that someone else was chosen over me. Oh well…it just wasn't mean to be. I will live each day slowly—but surely.

While at the gym on this evening I noticed Mark and Patty there. Anne wasn't feeling well (per Patty). Mark didn't have much to say. He seems to be shying away from Patty but she obviously likes him.

I telephoned Anne when I was home.
Anne said, "I need to get better because I'm leaving on Saturday for Cancun, Mexico."
"I'm sure you'll be better by then," I offered reassuringly.

I asked Doug Siu's sister, Donna, if she might want to move-in with me as a roommate. Doug Siu works at AT&T.

I also asked the geek from New Jersey that works at my gym who is named Stuart. He's not the cool, construction guy Stuart, of course. The fact that I asked the New Jersey fellow may be a mistake.
Anne said, "He's weird!"
Now I'm wondering if he'll take me up on my offer.
"Why is he weird?" I asked Anne.
"He's just weird. He acts like he knows-it-all. I hate that type."

I drove my Dad to work at 11PM because his car wouldn't start. He was working graveyard shift at Del Monte for this fall season.

Mom made me a potato salad for the pot luck that is planned at my office tomorrow. She saved the day again.

I am flustered. We were asked if we were interested in part-time work.
I answered, "No."
Here I want a job in Directory Sales and I know it will happen. The question is 'when'.

I watched a flick last night about missing children. I am really lucky when I think about it. I am 'on my own'. I only have myself to worry about. I can fend for myself. I am actually making plans to hopefully buy a house. Things are not so bad.  Like a butterfly, I'm relatively free.

He had a reputation for being very cautious, which some found a virtue and others a fault.
-Edward Rutherford
"London", the novel