44 Years Ago

My favorite number is 4. This year we elected our 44th President.

So, to grab onto a theme (very loose association, I agree) I'm going to post a daily entry from my diary from 1965. 44 years ago, get it? Crazy, no? I am saying, up front, that I might omit some entries and substitute others. But I will always own up to that and let you know.

I was 14 in March of 1965, a freshman at Castro Valley High School. For some reason that no longer makes sense, I addressed my diary, "Dear Jess." That year I was in love with the character "Jess" on Laramie, a TV show that came on at 4pm every school day.

Ok, here's the entry for March 1, 1965, 44 years ago.....

"Jess,
I love Ken so much! I really love him more than you! Today he got in trouble in Spanish and the teacher put him by me. It was so tuff!! We talked and everything. He gave me some gum and I have the wrapper! It was absolute bliss! I wish he'd get in trouble more often!"



Pretty classic, eh?

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly

The Good.....

1. Tart, sour dill pickles on burgers with bleu cheese. Whoever thought of this taste combination was brilliant.
2. Sleep. Lots of it. And...
3. Dreams. The more the merrier, and the more convoluted the plot, the better.
4. The wonderful women at Emily's new internship at the Florist's.

.....the Bad...

1. Senile cats. 16-year-old Susie jumps up on the couch, faces the pillows and meows as if she were being branded. It's really horrible in the middle of the night. She stands on the bed, facing the door, caterwauling. Immediately wide awake, I say, "Susie!" and the sound turns into a little pitiful kitten meow. Yeah, right, Susie.
2. Pain. SO done with pain!
3. The servers who, after being asked to bring EXTRA pickles with that bleu cheese burger, bring you NONE. Arrrgh.
4. Tomato worms. eeeeeee. Makes me shiver just to think of their big, fat green worm bodies with that crazy eye and horn. !!!!

...and the Ugly

1. Foul-language bumper stickers. What's the need?
2. The whole experience dealing with insurance companies. Do they train to be that dense, unhelpful, irritating?!
3. Arthritis.
4. Pain of any kind.

A New Blog Is Born!

Twenty-eight years ago, I gave birth to my son. And today I give birth to this blog. Both are creative processes--just of a different sort.

Tyler, being the exceptional person he is, was "done" after only 31 weeks, instead of the requisite, usual, 40 weeks. This blog, on the other hand, has been swirling around in my head for years.

It's time.