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måndag 14 juni 2010

Buddy-Buddy

Posted on 07:35 by Unknown
There are no innocents. There are, however, different degrees of responsibility.
-Stieg Larsoon
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 14, 1985
Friday

Ma and Pa received the Anniversary cards I sent them. They liked them, too.

I spoke to Rachelle several times throughout the day. She is going to accompany me to Pittsburg tonight to have dinner at Dale’s house. She went to my place again today and took her brother and a couple of his friends to the Islandia Pool and the Alameda beach.
Rachelle said, “While I was at the beach you’ll never guess who I ran into.”
“Who,” I asked with major league curiosity.
“You know that aerobics instructor, Jeff, at our gym.”
“Oh God, he’s so Q.B.L.”
“Yeah, and he was wearing a blue striped bikini!”
“Well, that answers the Q.B.L. question.”
She laughed and said, “And yeah, some black dude tried to swoop on me and so did Ron, the windsurfer.”
“Oh great, do you mean the so-called friend of mine, Ron?”
“I think so.”
“Yes, he’s the one who wanted me to take up windsurfing.”
“That’s funny because he invited me to go windsurfing with him.”
“Did you?”
“No way,” replied Rachelle.
Lucky for me she didn’t windsurf with him. Then again, he’s kind of Q.B.L., too. So…whatever.


After work I arrived home and made the mistake of taking the freeway to Rachelle’s house. I was late and we didn’t arrive in Pittsburg until 7:30PM. We went to the pool and had fun. Rachelle and Dale tried to get me to float. They already knew of my fear of water but they relaxed me a bit. My fear is still there. When and whether the fear will ever go away is beyond me. Now Rachelle wants to take scuba diving lessons with Dale. Give me a break! I sometimes wish they wouldn’t be so ‘buddy-buddy’. It bugs me. I want my beautiful Aquarius all to myself.

We ate dinner and watched JOAN RIVERS. We played with Andrew for a while, too. Dee was sweet. We started to watch the movie “9 to 5” but left by 11PM. I drove directly to Rachelle’s house in Castro Valley. We kissed each other good night and made plans for the beach tomorrow.


"What with one sort of attachment and another you are doing away with your usefulness."
-Joseph Conrad
"The Secret Agent"
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