February 13th, 1978
Miserable day. I don’t make it in to work until nearly noon. Everyone seems to understand. My job is no hassle. My world is crashing in around me– but the one thing I know I have control over is my job.
Another snowstorm. Not the blizzard of a couple of weeks ago– but a nice pretty snowfall. Pretty, I guess. Getting off the bus on Wisconsin Avenue, I was hit by a car. Mildly– not even bumped badly. I was crossing an intersection and my Nanook of the North parka eliminates peripheral vision. The car was grinding to a halt anyway. But it ran into me and I stood in the middle of the street wondering– what next?
Lynn and George had me down for dinner again tonight. She knows I am broke and have no food. What a wonderful situation to be in. I love her so much. She makes some strangely exotic version of meatballs swimming in gravy and wild yellow rice. Dessert is brownies and walnut cake. George and I sit in the living room while she fixes dinner and talks about Norman Rockwell and the movie we watched last night and devise a new law prohibiting automatic transmission. I drink my beer and feel at home. Any change that is going to happen will carry me away from these people that I love so much and whom I have relied on for so long. Fuck God in his WISDOM. Wisdom shit. Everything on this planet is fucked up from the word “go.” Prove to me otherwise.
One can tell that I am in a cheery frame of mind.
Even my typing errors seem supernaturally ordained and unjust.
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Returning home with my dog through the (I must admit beautiful snowfall) I call Sonja and intend to ask her to move to Florida with me. She is a likely candidate. First of all I can think of no one I would rather share an adventure with– and secondly, her life here, for some time, has not been perfectly ordered. Also, her children spend every summer in Florida with her mother and I do not believe that Sonja has had serious employment in some time here. A move with me to Florida is perfect.
When she answered the phone she started off immediately, without me saying a word of how she was plotting a trip to Florida. The date was within two days of my projected (if it happens at all) date.
She apparently was in the midst of a social situation in her apartment and said that she would call me back in 30 minutes.
I am waiting for her to call.