-The Ghost and Mrs Muir,
1947 film
Twenty-five years ago today
May 22, 1986
Thursday
I was all set to have a discreet chat with Judy Greniella about asking me questions at the office only to turn around and ask someone else to verify my answers. On this morning she was decorating my desk for my birthday so I decided to let bygones be bygones. Why hold a grudge?
Steph Bautista bought me a house plant with red flowers. That was sweet of her. We had a sort of ‘pot luck’ Birthday of snacks and appetizers for my Birthday with my Section. The only thing is that it was a joint Birthday celebration because it was Pearl’s actual birthday today, May 22nd.
I ate lunch with Mary McTiernan at The Pizza Boat. I shared with Mary about some of the people that would be attending my Birthday Party.
Mary had the audacity to say, “I’m going to have to decide whether to go to the country this weekend or go to your party.”
That told me where her priorities are and where I stand with her. It will be interesting to see who comes to my party.
Salima had her baby on May 16th. Elisa had her baby on May 14th.
I telephoned them both to see how they were doing.
Just because they both had babies they said, “I can’t come to your party.”
That’s no excuse. They’re both very much on my black list now.
Bill Helbush has a horse show to attend in Forestville.
Bill said, “You know…I may have a party this summer and I’d love to have your company.”
I thought that was nice.
At least I know of a number of folk that are coming.
Michelle DeBartoli of the Pac Bell Oakland Residence Telephone Order Center said, “I’m coming!”
That was nice.
I went home and rummaged through my mail, washed a load of clothes (or two) and then went to Sherri and John’s townhouse.
Sherri said, “You know…you can borrow some of my party platters.”
“That will be great!”
Ashley was her usual two year old nuisance self. I love her anyway.
I went home and finished washing clothes. I managed to do half of my aerobics videotape workout. I watched a bit of that movie, CLASS OF 44. Then I went to bed.
While I was lying in bed I realized that Steve had not called me because it was his MacArthur Park dinner outing with Peter, the Professor. So he was likely drinking. The previous night he was drinking at Ric’s house.
I thought, “I’m glad I don’t drink that much! Only on occasions…like this Sunday.”
I’m getting more and more excited about my party. I hope there’s a good show of people. I mean, my mom, dad, Sherri, John, Tony and Helen are a houseful in and of itself, so it’ll be pretty wild.
Mr. Reju, owner of the Stratford Hotel asked me to pay a visit to electronic store on Friday for a SONY Walkman gift for my constant efforts in setting up his new Business telephone service on Mission. I was quite proud that I was able to complete his requests with a one-day installation due date. That’s nice of him but I will believe it when the gift is actually in my hands.
If Leonard Perillo doesn’t’ make an appearance to my Birthday party I will be pissed-off, considering I gave him a Birthday gift. And come to think of it there were a lot of the loopholes I pulled for his telephone service. Cest la vie. I will learn of my ‘true’ friends this Sunday.
Tomorrow is T-shirt day at work. I am released from the office at 1PM tomorrow, too. I plan to wear my new BIKE REI T-shirt. The Bike graphic is so ‘keen on’.
You must take life the way it comes at you...and make the BEST of it.
-Yann Martel
"The Life of Pi"
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