My Fingers Are Crossed

I had learned the consequences of telling the truth were as dire as those of lying.
-Jane Frame, An Autobiography

Twenty-five years ago today

December 19, 1985
Thursday

Chad somehow makes my weeks move a lot faster.

Effective January 20th my Business Office will trial off-shifting. I may be working from 8AM until 4:30PM. Hurrah! And January 9th is the day my Job Transfer Requests will be submitted. My fingers are crossed for that, too. If I go to Los Angeles via a job transfer I wonder if Chad would come along, too. (?)

As I was speaking to Chad today I recalled him saying, “Hey, I could go to UCLA if I transfer to L.A.!”
So who knows? That could work out fine. Maybe--one day?

I purchased Sherri some magazines for part of her Christmas gift.

I enjoyed some yogurt during my lunch hour.

At 5:40PM my phone was ringing at home. It was Chad.
“I’m having my tires changed, so I can meet you at the gym!”
“Great, see you there!”
Just as I arrived at 24 Hour Fitness I saw Chad walking in at the same time. He explained that he had to meet his family at the Oakland Airport. He had to pick-up his sister, brother-in-law and new niece, Dawn.

I worked out until 8PM.

We looked through a Hallmark Shop together and then went our separate ways.

When I was home I found myself wrapping gifts and watching “The Colby’s”.

Chad telephoned me from his parents’ house.
Then he phoned again at 9:45PM and said, “I’ll be over soon.”
We watched a movie with Kristy McNichol. It was a sleeper. I was falling asleep watching it, so we went to bed.


I had better close, in fact, before I burden you with further claptrap from my psyche.
-Alice Munro
"The Jack Randa Hotel",
a short story