Gourmet Vanilla

"...I am not like you. I don't feel the need to go out all the time and have a say in every conversation."
-Shyam Selvadurai
"Cinnamon Gardens", a novel

Twenty five years ago today:

October 17, 1985
Thursday

My Continuation Sale Training class conducted by Larry Elkington was cancelled today because he wasn’t in the office today. This was good news (to say the least).

I spoke to Mary McTiernan about the ice-cream purchase problem. She agrees that I should get the cheapest ice-cream.
“After all, it’s only vanilla,” I said with laughter.
And so, I purchased six and a half gallons of SAFEWAY Gourmet Vanilla ice-cream.

Our office had a joint pot-luck luncheon today. I ate privately at my desk. Then I went to the post-office to mail the letter that I had written to Paloma: destination Paris.

I received my check. It was a measly $807.00. It wasn’t too impressive, considering my current checking account balance of $811.00. That’s okay. It helps.

After work I felt just plum lazy, so I went home and simply read my mail. I ended up sleeping until eight-thirty when I was awakened by the doorbell ringing. It was some guy who was petitioning complaints about the Homeowners Association dues on behalf of the Islandia Townhome owners.

I was eating some almonds and juice when I decided to call Mary McTiernan.
“Hi Mary, do you think you can bring an ice-cream scooper to work tomorrow for the ‘Root Beer’ float day?”
“Sure.”
“Good because two is better than one.”

I started to watch my taped movie called ‘The Mysterious Stranger’.

It was bedtime. I went to bed and I’m afraid I didn’t exercise at all.


"The assumption appeared to be that the world could be sufficiently understood through fictions, histories, and biographies."
-Ian McEwan
"Enduring Love"