Improvement Needed

It would have been a relief to be free of thought, free of the thousands of quarreling and contradictory memories of the past few months.
-Morag Joss
"Half Broken Things"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 30, 1985
Sunday

Rachelle telephoned me just as I was waking up on this Sunday morning.
“Do you want to come over for sunning on the beach now?” I asked with a slight yawn.
“I have a million and one things to do at home.”
“Why don’t I call you around five o’clock to see about that COCOON movie then?”
“Okay, sounds good.”

I went to mom’s house for breakfast and then went for a bike ride along the beach.

Dale called me while I was at mom’s house. I wasn’t there when he called. I’m sure he probably wanted to go to the Gay Parade. I chose to lie out at South Shore beach from noon until two o’clock. I roasted a bit. Hopefully I won’t peel. I really got burnt. I didn’t realize it because the clouds kept coming in and out. It felt rather cool.

After the sun I went to mom’s house again. Sherri and Ashley stopped by and we sat on a blanket on mom’s front lawn. It was that kind of summer and shady day. I left around four o’clock to wash my car and take a shower. I then telephoned Rachelle about tonight.
“Can you be here by eight o’clock?” Rachelle asked excitedly.
“Sure, I just need to get dressed.”
I hung out at mom’s house until seven-thirty and arrived at Rachelle’s house as planned. We went to the Hayward 5 Cinemas to see COCOON. It was good. It was kind of funny and much more fairy-tale than I expected. It was a breath of fresh air after the LIFEFORCE horror-like film from the previous night.

We went to LYON’S Restaurant afterwards and we argued because Rachelle was too cold where we were sitting. We were also in the smoking section. It was silly. She bugs the hell out of me. She claims that I care too much about what other people think. She is more so like that than I am! I could care less what other people think. There are times when I do—but not often enough.

We departed and by the time I brought Rachelle home we were all ‘lovey-dovey’ again. I love her but some of her ways need improvement.

"You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs."
-Paulo Coelho
"Like The Flowing River"