The Eye

"Do you ever try to read your own face?
I do, and I can tell you it is not a bad study, and gives you more trouble than you can well fancy if you have never tired it."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 17, 1985
Tuesday

The flight back home took forever. I arrived in New York and there were all sorts of London folks situated near my Gate who were going back to London. There were a lot of cute ones, too!

I took a brief break in the bathroom and hung out at a local airport lounge/bar, drinking five White-Russian cocktails. I was playing ‘head games’ with a lot of the gals and guys by simply giving ‘the eye’. Then again, they gave me ‘the eye’ first.

The New York to San Francisco flight took forever. I had to sit next to some old, San Francisco man. I also met two guys who happened to be seated in First Class. One claims to be a second line manager at AT&T and the other is a lawyer. I believed them but when I told Dale he didn’t believe me. Oh well, whatever…

Dale picked me up at San Francisco airport.
I said, “Well, I’ll most likely never see those First Class guys ever again. I know their names were Patrick and Paul.”
Dale politely listened to the Al Corley cassette tape of songs during the drive home. I felt like I was in France again when I heard the Al Corley tunes.

I was so very tired. I had a million things to do. Voila! I ended up getting up at 4AM. I successfully unpacked, washed a load of clothes, got dressed and did a great set of sit-ups, etcetera. Accomplishment!

Karen Melton has NOT even written to me. Maybe I will call Paradise Productions in New York to get some sort of scoop on things going on with her in Korea.

My first day back to work was fine. It is okay since it’s only a four day work week. I will get two paychecks this week too (Hee-Hee).

I am pissed off because I just had my new ‘space’ pen from France. I recall zipping my window of my convertible and now the pen is nowhere to be found.

I hope I’ll be able to stay awake all day. I feel so tired now. Dale and all of the rest in this office will surely keep me awake (I hope).

Well, I had a fairly good welcome from a number of people in my section. Barbara Reynolds and a few others were extraordinarily nice. It was kind of like the first day back-to-school.

By the end of the day I was extremely tired. I did manage to slip my Muscle Motion aerobics videotape into the slot for a good workout.

I went over to visit Dad and I also saw my brother, John, and my niece, Ashley. Ashley has grown. She’s a cutie pie, too.

Steph Redding telephoned and we talked a bit. Thereafter, I went to bed.

While I was sleeping Mike Miller telephoned. Then Helen, my sister-in-law telephoned. Mom called me, too. It was neat but they all kindly let me go back to sleep. Maybe I will ask Mike Miller to go to the gym with me tomorrow.


"You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left. But one thing is for sure--I don't mean to spend the rest of it in this glass cage."
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest"