-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"
Twenty-five years ago today:
November 7, 1985
Thursday
I woke up, feeling a bit sore from last night’s gym activities. Maybe I was also ‘internally’ sore from the Stroh’s Beer that Al Martinez bought me when I went out to move my car to the front of the building.
Today is another day. If I don’t get a call from George Jones today I will probably go straight home and do my aerobics. George’s dependability will get a lashing if he doesn’t call to confirm my going over to visit his apartment tonight.
Dale’s being the nonchalant ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ by always telling me (at 4:30PM or so) whether or not the Bay Bridge freeway ramp is backed-up or not. I am playing his game and being ‘Mr. Nice Guy’, too (but not to any defined extent).
Barbara Reynolds doesn’t say much to me lately. It’s just as well. C’est la vie.
I probably looked excited today with the way I was dressed. I wore a bright RED shirt and white pants. I’m ready for another day.
My Service Committee Meeting was really productive (joke!). I get to bring in the tomatoes and onions and mustard for our next Friday’s HOT DOG Day at the Office.
It was a busy day in the Business Office though. I did not call George but I did finally receive a message from him. ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ (Dale Orlando) took the message, of course.
Dale had to provide his two-cents by saying, “He sounds young!”
There goes the end to my seeing him as ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ lately.
Apparently, Dale was giving George the third degree by asking, “Are you Michael’s friend from Hayward?”
He can’t just take a message. He has to be inquisitive and ‘shit like that’. GMAB (Give Me A Break!).
I returned George’s phone call. As it turned out George was calling to clunk out on me because his Datsun 280Z is in the shop and he’s not sure when it will be ready.
George continued, “I’ll call you tomorrow morning and we’ll talk more.”
Personally, I’d rather visit and see him this weekend sometime.
I said, “Maybe I can see you on Tuesday.”
Then I remembered that is when my brothers (Tony and John) and I are taking that group portrait together as a gift for mom. Well, at least George did call back this time (despite the messenger: Dale). I am excited about seeing George. It’s fun to see an old friend you haven’t seen in a long while.
When I arrived home I had intentions of doing some aerobics but I didn’t. I was being lazy ‘me’. I just lounged with some sunflower seed and thought about ordering a pizza (but didn’t).
I reminded him, “Dinners can be productive…like the one we had together.”
It was an awkward close of a telephone conversation. I remember my departing words.
“Let’s keep tabs on one another,” I said. CLICK.
Time will tell, I suppose. I am infatuated with the idea of knowing this wealthy fellow better. We’ll see. I like and need to remind him of a qualitative versus quantitative sort of life. Ambitious…he is, motivated, too. He’s so much so that I love the influential touch which tends to rub off on me.
I went to bed. Steph Redding called. I gave her my Vehicle ID# for my Auto Insurance. She seems to feel she can find me a deal.
I filled out a form for a $7000 loan from Patelco Credit Union, making it appear that I was planning to purchase a personal computer for my business (even though it was to really payoff my VISA and MASTERCARD balances). I hope this loan application is accepted. It should be granted considering the assets I’d forgotten about in my IRA ($7,300), Auto Ownership, Citi Bank Savings ($5000) and my lump sum that is due to me ($8,600). I am fairly comfortable when one considers that my assets are worth more than my debts.
"De-clutter your life!"
-Confessions of a Shopaholic
2009, Film
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