A Pretty Good Idea

"We're already out on ice so thin that we'll need paddles rather than ice picks."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest"

Twenty-five years ago today

February 2, 1986
Sunday

Mom made a surprise visit to my house this morning. It was great to see her.

Chad and I went to Berkeley to check out the Durant and Telegraph areas. We just (sort of) bee-bopped around the neighborhood. It was pretty relaxing. Chad enjoyed it.
"This was a pretty good idea on your part…to come here today," Chad said.
The only sad part of the day was when I found a ten dollar parking ticket on the windshield of my car. Chad sort of smiled which was not really very comforting.

I bought a bicycling calendar. It's so neat.

We returned to my home after having started the day rather late (like 2:30PM). Chad made some 'f&%#ing asshole' remarks in order to mock my statements from last Friday night. He could tell I got pissed.
I looked at him directly, with piercing eyes and said, "IF you want to talk about it then let's talk about it—but don't give me that ridiculous mocking."
Chad just shut-up and went upstairs to read one of my MADISON AVENUE Magazines.

Bonni Jayne telephoned again. Stephanie Redding phoned as well.

Chad left for the night. We bid our farewells with mediocre pecks goodbye.

I went to mom's house and watch part of "SINS" (some TV movie). I returned home to sleep after the movie. Yawn.


"Where you're going you don't need roads."
-The last line from the movie "Back To The Future"