Disheveled Wild Man
October 21, 2002 - Monday
It was overcast most of the day in San
Diego though I could see from my
web cam
that we were having a sunny day at home. When you commute 40 miles and
drop 3,300’, the weather can be radically different between home and work.
Often during the winter, I’ll be in the sun at work watching snow storms
or rain going on at home. On those days it’s all I can do to sit tight
and not rush home to frolic in the snow.
Todays Backyard
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Today I made sure that things went
smoothly at work. I kept my ranting to a minimum and spent time fine
tuning my open purchase orders. If I were better informed, I’d be blaming
our budget problems on Gray Davis, the governor. Not being politically
adept and not having specific facts at hand, I can only express suspicions
that he’s to blame for our current money crisis. Two weeks ago all was in
order and I was set up for a trouble free year with money in the accounts
and vendors lined up in order. Today, my primary accounts have been
shifted to back ups and credit card purchase accounts cancelled. The money
is still there somewhere; it’s just harder to get at it.
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Maybe I’m experiencing some residual
non-conformist thoughts left over from my youth but I’m a good three weeks
overdue for a hair cut. I got a side look at myself in a mirror today and
as always, reality doesn’t quit match the mental picture I had for
myself. I was picturing a rugged individualist but instead saw an
disheveled wild man. What the heck, I guess I’ll go with that look for
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April 24,
1966 – Sunday
Well, here it is Sunday again and nothings changed. I don’t mind Sundays
as much as I used to because everyday brings me closer to summer.
In a way, I anxious for this summer to get here but I’m also afraid. If a
good job doesn’t come up soon for father, we’ll have to move into the
boondocks. If I don’t get a summer job it could make things more
difficult.
Sheila’s getting married in June. I wish I didn’t have to go to the
wedding. Gene has a fifteen year old sister who’s supposed to be very
active and talks a lot. Mother thinks that’s just what I need to snap me
out of my anti-social mood. I know this will sound weird to you, but I’m
proud of the way I act. All other people seem so foolish with their clubs and
dances and social affairs. Kirk knows everybody in school but he has no
friends beside me and Pat. He’s always walking around town saying hi to
every familiar face. Now everyone in school thinks of him as a stupid
fool. I know it takes one to know one and that’s why Kirk and I are such
good friends. Boy when I look back at that last paragraph I see I jammed
about three paragraphs into one. When I write I don’t want to forget my
thoughts, so I can’t take time out to think of paragraph construction.
Lately I’ve started smoking a pipe that I got free with two boxes of
tobacco. I really don’t enjoy it. If you don’t puff on it continually it
will go out but if you do, your mouth tastes terrible and you can’t
swallow.
To change the subject, I’ll tell you something of the dreams in life I
have. After I finish high school I would like to just go out all over the
world. (Lord knows where the money would come from). First of all I’d wait
about two years before college an in this time I’d be completely
independent. The Pacific would be the first place I’d head. I was born in
American Samoa so I’m very interested in seeing what the place of my birth
looks like. Father was in the navy when I was born and that’s where we
were stationed. We left when I was about 9 months old. I’m also very
interested in Africa and England, also Australia come to think of it. My
life’s goal is to see all these places before I die.
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