A Quaint Talk

"Don't be so open-minded that your brains fall out."
-Unknown

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 23, 1985
Monday

Paige accompanied me in my car to work this morning. We shared coffee and a pastry together at Elsie’s. I left for the office and Paige was meeting her girlfriend in front of my office building within the next half hour.

I really felt sick this morning but I decided to appear at work anyway (mostly because Paige needed a ride in to The City). I did not work overtime.

I actually had energy to make it to the gym after work. I saw Russ there.
Russ said, “Yeah, you know something…they raised my rent to five-hundred and twenty bucks, so I moved-in with my folks. I’m looking for another place though.”
I, of course, gave him my telephone number about renting at my place but I don’t know if he will call me on it. I think he’s enjoying the free rent right now.

I saw Buddy at the gym, too.
“Where have you been?” Buddy asked.
“Oh, I was in Paris for the last two weeks.”

As soon as I arrived home Greg Manachevitz called again and he is so serious about moving-in here. I may just let him do it.
I explained, “I am waiting on word from this guy named Russ first. I will be able to give you an answer by this coming Friday.”

 I telephoned Rachelle. We had a quaint talk. I mentioned my two missing wooden chess pieces because I know she has them. I also explained my ongoing predicament with Dale and how I am avoiding him now. I reasoned with her about Dale’s flashing the King-sized bed Vegas arrangements and spreading word around about things he has read in my journal.
“Yeah, the journal seems to be doing more damage than good,” I confessed to Rachelle.
“How did you find out?”
I went on to explain how I was confronted by my sister-in-law, Helen.

I went to bed, not feeling so good. I forced myself to smile and dream. I needed rest.


"A smile is a curved line that sets everything straight."
-Unknown