There’s something really wrong about there being too much sun to have the top down on the convertible, but when the temperature busted 100, I wussed out and turned on the air conditioner. Have you ever seen a gasoline tank indicator fall at hyperspeed?
Sinatra’s shed coat is starting to tickle my calves as I stride through the billowing hair. It’s kind of like walking on a furry cloud I keep telling myself.
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June 24, 2009
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June 23rd, 2009
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Luck can be a fickle mistress. Last night, as I often do, I went to the prohibition room at the gold dome bank to listen to jazz. When I walked in, I saw a woman sitting facing away from me with dark hair, large earrings and a red dress texting furiously. I was sure it was the lovely Juliet, who I’d seen there before on rare occasion. I walked up behind and tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around — Oh, my, but it was not lovely and it was not Juliet. I’ve been known to be pretty cheeky when greeting Juliet because I still love her so, but I was sure glad I’d been restrained. I’d expected blue eyes, a great smile, a model’s face, and what I got was … well, none of those things. Brrrr.
Yesterday was the 14th anniversary of my first AA meeting and I went to two meetings and got two chips. I’m lucky to have long term sobriety; few make it as far as I have and I can only tell you it’s a blessing and grace and not something I earned or gained by right.
I was also lucky with the music last night. About every time I would decide it was time to leave, a new player would join the jam and it would be too good to leave just yet. I’m often gone by 10:30 or 11 p.m. (school night, ya know?), but it was crowding midnight last night before I could pry myself away.
June 22, 2009
June 22nd, 2009FOR FLIBBI, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN:
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June 22nd, 2009June18, 2009
June 18th, 2009OK, what is it, God? The battery on my laptop ran out. The battery on my phone ran out. I just had to get a jump for the car because the battery was too low to start the engine. Is it just me, God? What have you got against batteries?
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P.S. Making the hot water heater pilot go out before I could shower is cold blooded, God. What have I done to piss you off now?