Saturday, March 15, 2003
Misanthrope
The days are speeding by in a flash. For
me, inactivity breeds depression so I’ve been trying to keep busy with
projects that hopefully have some redeeming qualities. Catherine and I don’t
have children so that gives me the time to be on the lookout for volunteer
opportunities. I guess I sound a little like a “Pollyanna” though in reality
I’m a total misanthrope. My father likes to say that “people are no damn
good” and in many ways, I’ve adopted his philosophy. For one thing, being a
skeptical malcontent is really easy. My philosophy is reinforced everywhere
I look. (Oh rob, just drop it!)
I volunteered to set up a website for a new non-profit organization in the
San Diego East County and I’ve been fooling around with that this week. I’m
just afraid I may be spreading myself too thin what with the Town Hall
newsletter and some other websites I maintain. Anyhow, I enjoy building
websites and once they’re set up they usually don’t require much
maintenance. The new organization is called Back Country Support Services
and they have lofty ambitions about providing social assistance programs for
the area. Naturally I’m skeptical and I keep expecting to uncover some sort
of charity fund raising scam. For now though, everything looks legitimate.
Mailbox Pollution
It's a cloudy day in Southern California.
The creeks have already dried up since last weeks rain but we're hoping for
more tonight. We still haven't gotten any real snow at our elevation yet.
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December 13, 1966 - Tuesday
Today I finally played basketball and although I still
flubbed up, there
was another guy almost as bad as me. Anyway, only three more
days till Christmas vacation.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I’ll be seventeen. Sixteen to me is the perfect
age. You can still act like a kid but you’re also more grown up. Now that
I’m seventeen I’ll have to start acting my age.
I’ve been working on my penmanship lately but instead of improving it seems
to be getting worse. Its gotten to the point where I’m ashamed to show my
writing to anybody.
December 16, 1966 – Friday
I did get something for my birthday
after all. A new pipe and a Peanuts book. Actually I don’t think there’s
anything left to get me for Christmas.
Grandma came in last night and I must say she certainly looks well. The
airport was fogged in so her plane had to land in Los Angelis. This meant a
two hour bus trip to us. This was really bad on her due to her age and bad
leg. She got in at twelve last night.
Today is the first day of vacation. I got all my homework done so I can
enjoy the next two weeks. I’m just going to forget about school and
concentrate on having fun.
Barry and I pulled our money together today plus some of mothers and got a
stereo record player. It’s amazing how much better music sounds in stereo.
We only have about four records but our collection should start to grow
soon.
Next week is Civil Air Patrol but due to the Christmas holidays it should be
somewhat different. I don’t look forward to it much. Last week one of the
officers decided he didn’t like the length of Bill Bowen’s hair. He
ridiculed him and had one of the girls comb his hair for him in front of
everybody. I thought I was going to be getting flying lessons not boot camp.
They have us marching all over the place, saluting and standing at
attention. They’re always talking about how important the war is and how
they don’t want us to turn out to be a bunch of hippies. Bill was really
humiliated and I’ll be surprised if he comes back.
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