Gorgeous

"If only there was a mathematical equation for LOVE.   LOVE was not like Max's rubiks cube.   It could not be solved. The stars made more sense."
-MARY AND MAX, 2009 Australian film

Twenty-five years ago today

March 27, 1986
Thursday

I had my last E-Team Committee meeting today. Our dinner at the Fog City Diner Restaurant is tomorrow night. It will be fun. I’ll have to head home by 7PM sharp to meet Amy because we’ll be heading back to SF for the symphony.

I didn’t go to the gym yesterday. I figured I should let my muscles (of what’s there) rest. I may go on Saturday. I was supposed to meet Mark and have another great workout with him but that’s okay. There’s always the next time.

I stayed home a while. Amy telephoned and I went to Dad’s house after our brief chat. I read through my new ESQUIRE magazine and the new US and World Reports magazine. By eight-thirty I was ready to hit the sack. Yawn.

I recalled how Karyn Kossoff came in to the office today. She came snooping over at my desk. I noticed her glance at Amy’s picture that I posted on my desk. I made no explanation but word sure gets around in this office. I’m sure Kayrn talked to Irene who talked to Stephanie (who’s a little gossip by the way).

Margaret thinks Amy is beautiful. Steph thinks she’s gorgeous, too. I will have to third the option.
However, I didn’t like when Amy said, “I feel that too much aerobics isn’t good for you.”
I guess that may be true but two times a week is excellent (I feel). Amy paid me a nice complement.
She stated, “You’re very fit and in good shape, Michael.”
That was very sweet of her but I feel there’s still room for more shaping up…

Every day I think what a marvelous place this is and how lucky I am to have the constant presence of beauty in my life.
-May Sarton
"At Eighty-Two, A Journal"