Muscle Motion

"Writing is a form of prayer," Kafka wrote in his diary.
-Franz Kafka
"The Complete Stories"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 12, 1985
Monday

There was no jury duty call. It appears they will call me within ten business days if I am actually needed. Oh well…still no word from Beth about my definitive travel arrangements and tickets to France for September 2nd through September 16th.

Dale gave me a lift to Grand Auto. I retrieved my car. It did need a new battery after all. It was replaced. Dale and I ended up ordering a pepperoni and pineapple pizza. We watched “The Terminator” as we munched on the treat.

Dale left and I worked out to my ‘Muscle Motion’ workout video.

Steph Redding telephoned while I was in the middle of the workout. I cut her off short, so we didn’t talk very long.

I received a call from my longtime school pal, Bonni Jayne, who was calling from New York.
Bonni said, “I’m not real happy about the thirty-one year old guy that I’m with right now.”
“Why aren’t you happy with him?”
“Well, he just wants to change me in some way or another.”
“Oh well, you have to do what’s right for you. I’m going to Paris next month and I will be stopping at JFK airport in New York, maybe I can see you?”
“Would be nice but I’m about eight hours from New York City. I don’t even know where JFK is,” Bonni replied.
And so, it’s doubtful that I’ll be seeing Bonni during the brief layover in New York.

I finished my aerobics and went to bed after I stopped at Dad’s house to get the ring that I had purchased for Rachelle. I am debating on whether or not I should give Rachelle the ring. Yes, I will. I miss her. I wrote her a card, expressing some of my feelings tonight.

I bought some jumping cables to store in my car trunk. I also bought some Armor All while at Grand Auto so I can polish my tires and convertible top.

Dale and I may go to see Pee Wee Herman tomorrow night. That would be a hoot.


"You reproach me in your heart because things have not turned out as you hoped. Why do that? Don't let us embitter our last moments together. And do try to see that, though you've made a discovery, and consequently the injustice you suffer under is not any greater than other injustices."
-Franz Kafka
"The Village Schoolmaster"