I Shouldn't Hold A Grudge

"Geniuses…are of two kinds: the ones who are just like all of us, but very much more so, and the ones who, apparently, have an extra human spark."

-Silvia Nasar
A BEAUTIFUL MIND

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 10, 1987
Tuesday

My pictures were a hit with Rhoda Takeda and Carla Guzman (especially the one of me holding a black wash towel, showing my Hawaiian tan line). Carla grabbed that one and kept it by her desk for most of the day.
I simply laughed but shouted, "You better give it back!"
I know she wanted to keep it. It's a Polaroid shot, so it's the only one in existence.

I had lasagna for lunch with Carla today. I wanted to do my aerobics tape workout when I arrived home but I slept instead. Tomorrow will be a better day.

I learned at the gym tonight from Troy that Mark Landreth's gym membership had expired. I telephoned Mark later but he had company and he couldn't talk for very long.
I thought, "Oh well, just because he no longer attends the gym doesn't mean it will stop me."

I telephoned Eileen and she continues to speak of her ex-beau, "Dave is still trying to put a hold on me even though he knows that we're going out."
"Oh brother," I exclaimed.
",,,but I like you," she said.
"Me too."
We enjoyed KOIT radio tunes as we had a nice talk.

I made a long-distance phone call to Hawaii and left a message for Jeff, Carla and Stefan. None of them were home at 9:15PM.
Jeff returned my call at 7AM the next day. I didn't bother to ask if he'd received my letter. I know he hadn't otherwise he would have mentioned it.

Mom telephoned me while at work today.
She said, "You know what…my cousin, Arthur Lucero, Victor's son, called from Colorado and wants to have a family reunion in July."
"That sounds fun!"
"Mom, Betty and Lillian said they'd go."
"I'd go too!"

I wrote Nikki Bovee a belated Birthday card. Hell, she's nice and I shouldn't hold a grudge even if she did promote the dunce and dildo brain, Paul Margolis.

Gloria Romero, the staff clerk, brought me some stuffed breast of chicken and peas in cream sauce from her homemade dinner last night. I placed them in the microwave and it tasted so good! She loves to cook. That was sweet of her to remember me and bring the leftovers.

I telephoned Dale Orlando. We were having a cordial conversation and then he surprised me by going on about his views on gay sex.
"You know, Michael, you can have safe gay sex without having to worry about contracting AIDS."
I thought, "Oh brother," and asked curiously, "Oh yeah?"
Dale continued, "I'm having a going away 'have a drink night' this coming Friday at RAGGS and I'd love for you to attend."
"Oh, I don't know."
"Oh come on, you can bring Carla."
"Okay, I'll try."
"And Steph is having a Barbecue on Saturday at two o'clock at her house and you're invited!"
"Okay, well, I'm not too sure I can make it to that one."

"If it were I," Peony said, "I would like to remind someone—the one I love—of—of a fragrance—caught upon the winds of night—or dew at sunrise."
Within the lotus bud the dewdrop waited.
-Pearl S Buck
PEONY