Thursday, December 29, 2005
I almost forgot.
When I was in the hospital I wasn't posting so I got some email asking
if I was OK.
So I want to say thank you to those two people who wrote.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Christmas came and went. I must be
losing track of time. I looked in the cat box and there were a lot of
And New Year's is coming.
Dick Clark still looks better than me.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
I don't know what I'll say if Annie
comes by and asks for the cup. I always kept it clean and ready for her.
What if she thinks I'm bitter and I got rid of everything that reminds
me of her? Or that I got rid of it to get back at her? I'd have some
explaining to do. And knowing her, she'd frown on the truth.
I wish I had that cup back.
Annie's been gone a long time. And now the cup is gone.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Just in case it was important, I
took a sample with me.
All I had clean was my World's Best Dad cup.
And I put that in a zip lock bag.
Yep, it was important. There was blood.
No wonder I was so tired.
I didn't know how serious it was until they asked me if I wanted to
talk with a minister of my faith.
I was flat on my back in a curtained off room with a plastic band on my
wrist. There wasn't much to do. So I thought, yeah, it would be nice to
talk to somebody.
But I didn't say yes, I said why? And that wasn't a yes, so they moved
on to the next question on the list.
I didn't like the hospital. I had to stay there for 10 days.
And when I checked out, they didn't give me my cup back.
In fact, the nurse thought it was a strange request.
Saturday, December 3, 2005
I went to the bathroom and it didn't look right.
So I called the advice nurse said she said to come right over and she
wanted to know if I wanted an ambulance. I said no.
I think an ambulance would be neat but I feel fine.
I could fake it but what if they amputated something? No, it's best not
to lie about your health.
But my car is in the shop so
Gus is on the way over to take me in.
He has to run a few errands first but then he'll be right over.
So I'm waiting for him right now.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
It's cold this
morning. It's gray outside, even the leaves. It's too early to be up
considering how cold it is but I had a dream about Annie and I don't
feel like staying in bed.
The last time I saw her, I should have said something. Something that a
character in a book would say.
I don't remember what I said. So she probably doesn't remember either.
There's a coupon for KFC in the paper. When I go there, sometimes I
can't understand what they say. They're not foreigners, they're just
people who mumble because they don't like their jobs and they've been
there too long and no place else will hire them. Sometimes they have a
lost look. There they are, serving fried chicken on Thanksgiving.
So I might go there. May as well. Today is not a good day.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
It's getting cold. So
I took another shower just to warm myself up. I haven't turned on the
heater yet this year.
I'll have to clean it out first and since it's a floor heater, there's
a lot of dog hair and dust down there.
Last year I had to run the heater full blast all weekend with all the
doors and windows open because it made the air so bad you couldn't
And with all the doors and windows open I couldn't leave the house so I
just sat around with a blanket over me and did nothing. Just wasted gas.
Monday, November 21, 2005
I quit my vet job. I don't want to do that anymore.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Neal was complaining about his
girlfriend, about how she's telling him what to do all the time. Little
things, like what to wear. He said it's really annoying.
I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He lives in the hotel and he just
comes downstairs when it's his shift. And that's the way it's been for
I wondered about her. What she must be like. And why he would be
And then Neal wanted me to move a little because I was in the doorway
and he said, "Toot, toot."
I figure he'll break it off before I get a chance to meet her.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
I think I'd like to be
like Robin Williams. You know, smart and bouncy. He always has a smile
on his face and millions of people like him. And he's not even that
Saturday, November 12, 2005
No email today. No
When I was a kid I heard that
once they put a diamond ring in a Cracker Jack box.
A woman who worked for Cracker Jacks broke off her engagement and put
her ring in one of the boxes. So the story goes.
I had some time on my hands so I googled some key words and didn't find
anything on it.
I checked my other user accounts and there was no email there either.
I googled my name. There are a lot of Robert Wrights but none of them
So, then I checked my spam folder.
Nope. The spam filter is working just fine.
Monday, November 7, 2005
I've been getting some hostile email about why I haven't posted
lately and that's what I was thinking about when I was driving last
night and I entered a parking lot with a big sign that said DANGER!
So I slammed on my brakes and backed up to read the sign.
And what the sign said was not to back up or else I'd have serious tire
But I have something to write about.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
I told Gus and Fontaine what happened at the bank and they said not to
feel bad about it.
Then they started talking about how the first names of black people are
often unusual. Michael Jackson's name is Michael, but what about
LaToya? Is that a real name?
Fontaine said he never knows
if they are using an African name or they're just making something up.
Gus said that Michael was a
slave name. I didn't know that.
So why would they make something up?
Fontaine said, "To get back at us."
Gus said, "Because of people like Robert."
Monday, October 31, 2005
Halloween makes me happy.
Sometimes on Halloween day I see people driving to work all dressed up
because they work at a place that allows that. I think that's just
I went to the bank to make a withdrawl and I asked the
teller what she was because she had on a leopard skin hat that went up
way-high and it had long tassels with spangles that threaded down
through her hair and covered half her face.
She asked me to repeat the question. And then she said she was
And she was a real one.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
No doubt about it, I
I remember the black and orange construction paper and the smell of the
And monsters are easier to draw than angels.
Monday, October 24, 2005
When I was in
Kindergarten, we were sitting in a circle and the teacher asked us what
our favorite holiday was. Everybody said "Christmas." But when it got
to my turn, I said, "Halloween."
Everybody looked at me. Even the Jews said "Christmas" when it was
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
All my clothes went into the wash today except the clothes I was
But then I thought, as soon as the wash was done, I'd change into clean
clothes and then I'd just have dirty laundry again.
So I took off my clothes and put them in the laundry. I wanted to have
all clean clothes, no laundry, just once, if just for a day.
It would be a good feeling. Or so I thought.
But I felt dumb without clothes on. And it was cold.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Fontaine doesn't like
Bush. He calls him The Shrub.
And then he laughs.
And Gus goes on and on about how Bush is a war criminal who
hates poor people.
I don't say anything. I mean, they'd just come back and tell me more
But nobody knew how bad Hurricane Katrina would be. And then, for the
next one, Rita, didn't he do a better job? Nobody remembers Rita. But I
do. I don't know why. His polls are down, but since when did we turn
the president into a popularity contest? I mean, the election. High
office. Do we want to make it like high school?
I didn't like high school.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Last night at the hotel I started to smell something funny and then it
seemed like it could be smoke.
And then the phone rang. "Is the hotel on fire?" I honestly didn't know
so I put him on hold because there was another call. The next caller
had the same question. And then I got a flood of calls and nobody
wanted to hear me say, "I don't know." So, I switched to "I don't think
so," and that was worse.
I finally managed to call 911 and the dispatcher said there was a 3
alarm blaze but it was over a mile away.
On this one calm summer night, we were downwind.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
I got a few emails about Blane.
"I'm sorry to
about your friend."
dies and then you don't mention him again. Why?
The next thing you
write about is your dog."
I don't know.
I start thinking about it and all it does is make me feel bad.
But bad in strange ways. So, I don't know.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
There's this travel agency for teddy bears. I read about it today.
You mail in your teddy bear and they take it places and take
pictures of it having a good time.
Like, they'll put a beret on it and take a picture of it in front of
the Eiffle Tower.
Then they mail the teddy bear back to you with a photo album.
But I don't know. There's an unspoken sadness when you take separate
Friday, August 12, 2005
Gus, I'm happy to report, has a new girlfriend.
But she's young and he seems worried about keeping up with her.
I told him, "Gus, you're not old. You're just not as young as you used
He went on to tell me all the music she likes. He giggled and said most
of the groups he's never even heard of.
And he seems to really love her.
He gave her a copy of Beethoven's Piano Concerto in E-flat Major. And
he said, "This is the music I hear when we are intimate."
After a couple of days he asked her if she had listened to it. And she
said yes. But she didn't feel the same way.
It was long.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I'm really sorry about this soldier's mom whose son died in Iraq.
But she's starting to get annoying.
Saturday, August 6, 2005
I heard sirens so I slowed down and
pulled over. The guy behind me
honked and went around me.
Kids on my block used to say they could tell if a siren was the police,
a fire truck or an ambulance. I tried hard to learn the difference. I
This time it was an ambulance.
It stopped at a house just four doors down from my place. It's a tiny
house with a big front yard because it doesn't have a backyard. I don't
know who lives there.
The paramedics got out, exchanged a few words, and then walked around
to the back to take out the collapsible gurney.
I always thought that with a heart attack, every second counts. So
maybe it wasn't heart attack. Or maybe there's another reason why they
move so slow.
Friday, August 5, 2005
I'm thinking about calling up Fran and wishing her a happy birthday.
But I don't think I will.
Her friends see that mushroom cloud on the news and they go, "Oops.
Better call Fran."
Thursday, August 4, 2005
The very horror of my
situation lies in the fact that my fears are so vague.
My suspicions depend so entirely upon small points, which might seem
trivial to another, that even my dog, to whom of all others I have a
right to look for help and advice, looks upon all that I tell him about
it as the nervous ramblings of an inferior master.
He does not say so, but I can read it from his averted eyes and the
slow, tentative wag of his tail.
(I've been reading Sherlock Holmes to my dog.)
He, of all creatures, I would expect to see deeply into the manifold
wickedness of the human heart and advise me how to walk amid the
dangers which encompass me.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
There was somebody at the reception desk this morning and I went up to
her and she said, "Your friend passed away."
I said, "Thank you."
There was no Blane there to grunt or gurgle over my choice of words.
And I instantly missed him.
I just heard the sound of the air-conditioning for a moment, which I
didn't know they had.
Friday, July 29, 2005
I went to see Blane this afternoon but there was somebody else in his
room. She thought I was a doctor and started telling me stuff. I looked
around the room while she was talking which was probably rude, but I
just couldn't believe he wasn't there.
There was nobody at the reception desk and I couldn't find anybody. I
sure wish he was staying in a better place.
It was getting late so I just left.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
I got an email from a woman who complained I haven't
written much lately. So I wrote back to her and told her the reason is
I just don't have anything to write about.
And she said that never stopped me
Friday, July 8, 2005
I never had a glue gun before and it
seemed pretty neat so I started
making something with styrofoam cups. I don't know what.
It was pretty neat until I burned
I don't have any tatoos but now I
have a distinguishing mark.
This might help if I'm a
missing person and there's paperwork to fill out. And if somebody wants
to find me.
Sunday, June 5, 2005
During the awards assembly in junior high, the principal told us
to hold our applause until every name was read. But we didn't and that
made him mad.
Boys and girls went up on stage and got their certificates for perfect
attendance from a man who was clearly very angry.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
In sixth grade we
learned about the Indians of the Andes Mountains.
Life in the Andes was harsh and the children had to work a lot. Their
main job was to gather dung so their mothers could cook. We didn't know
what that meant.
Our teacher explained that once you go up past the timberline, there
are no trees. Dried llama dung served as fuel. We still didn't know
what that meant.
Our teacher said to ask him about something else.
So we asked him what they did for fun. He said nothing. They couldn't
play soccer because the ball would just roll down hill.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
The tops to
all my board
game boxes are split at the corners so I have to watch it when I take
them down from the shelf in the closet. All the games are missing
The Ungame has
a picture of smiling people on the cover. They're smiling an awful lot
and they all have long hair.
The Ungame is not competitive. Everybody wins. When you land on a
square, you get a certain card and it might say something like, "Talk
about beauty for a minute."
I don't think they make this game anymore.
Inside the box, along with a set of rules, which are called suggestions
because there are no rules, there was a little candlestick and a lead
Sunday, May 15, 2005
I stayed up really late and I watched a channel I never saw before. The
program was called "Unfulfilled Prophecy."
Last night it featured this guy who lived in Amsterdam a long time ago
and he wrote down in his journal all these predictions and not one of
them came true.
They showed the garret where he lived and a wood engraving which they
figured was a self portrait.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Like Ty Cobb but without the talent. Hahahahahahahaha!
(Sorry. It was just something I read.)
Friday, May 13, 2005
I didn't have any bad luck today.
That's good, isn't it?
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I wonder what I can scrub my floor
with so it doesn't smell like Pine-Sol.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I took the long way home. No, not
even that. I took a way home where I was going some place else once.
It's a street where I once saw Annie walking down the sidewalk. She had
on a scarf. It was probably winter.
I stopped and said hi. She smiled and said it was a small world. I
But today the car just went there on it's own.
I don't know where she is or what she's doing or why my car did that.
So I drove down another street. And then another. All these houses and
all these streets. I didn't see anybody.
Sometimes it seems like a really big world.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
It's America's #1 Pine Cleaner yet
it's not recommended for wood floors.
I wish the smell would go away.
It only smells like pine a little bit.
Monday, May 9, 2005
It says "no rinsing required."
Maybe I should have diluted it.
Sunday, May 8, 2005
There's a real bad smell in my
bathroom. I took out the cat box so it's not that.
So I found a bottle of Pine-Sol and scrubbed the floor and bathtub and
But now it smells like Pine-Sol.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
I took another walk.
There's a building that says The Fraternal Order of the Eagles. And
they have a sign that says the hall is available for rent.
On the flagpole out front they have the American flag, and under that
the California flag, and under that there's another flag but it's badly
faded. I think it's the POW/MIA flag.
Friday, April 29, 2005
I took a walk today.
There's a little shopping
center at the end of Bird Ave.
The sign says:
Today I saw it's two separate stores
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Fontaine and Gus and I were at the Mexico City Cafe and somebody at the
next table's cell phone rang.
Fontaine said it was a gay ring tone.
Monday, April 18, 2005
I didn't feel like doing anything so I went fishing.
Sandy Wool Lake is close by so that's where I went. Also, I read in the
paper that the DFG (Department of Fish and Game) had scheduled to stock
it with trout last week.
Nobody was at the toll both so I put $5.00 in the machine and got my
I drove down the hill and I saw that only two other fishermen were
Across from the lake, a park employee was using a gas powered weed
wacker. And it was just a little bit cool for it to be a nice spring
I think the Kastmaster lure needs to catch direct sunlight but I used
I didn't get any bites and my mind wandered.
I thought about how in junior high that we had the Good Conduct Dance.
If you had only one or two behavior demerits, you could go. I didn't
want to dance, but I didn't have any demerits, so I went. Nobody danced.
I looked out at the water and didn't see my bobber. My heart skipped a
beat. But then I saw it.
I'm not sure what side of the bobber is supposed to go up, the white
side or the red side. There's a lot about fishing I don't know about.
My dad only took me once.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
I don't understand how this laundry piles up so fast. Has that much
time really passed? Where was I?
This morning I sat on my bed and practiced the notes to Bonanza on my
guitar. But it's spring. So I got in my car and drove toward the hills.
Mom used to say it was a shame to waste sunshine.
I got lost and I found a park I'd never been to before. A sign said The
Becket Picnic Area was subject to reservation. But nobody was
there, or anywhere in the park.
I sat on a bench and looked at the place they made for playing
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I called Ron on the
phone just to
say hi but when he answered he asked me what I wanted and I said
nothing. Our conversation didn't last very long.
So I went to see Blane.
Again, there was nobody behind the
reception desk so I just walked in.
It was just Blane. He was looking at
I asked him how he was doing and
then I said it was good to see him and that I hoped he was alright and
to never hesitate to ask me for anything. It never hurts to ask so he
could just ask away.
I wondered aloud how the food was
and I mentioned it would be good for me to go on a diet. And I said
that I hoped this year I'd remember to change the clocks when it was
time to "spring forward" which I'd remember to do because it was spring.
I could see that Blane was fiddling
with a little piece of paper he wanted me to see. So I took it from his
hand. It read, "Go away."
Friday, March 25, 2005
Gus tried to give me
$65 to get a massage at Roxanne's Gentleman's Massage. I sort of asked
what's the catch, and he said just to tell him how it went.
I thought that was a lot of money,
but that's all he'd say. And he looked pale. So I changed the subject
and I told him stuff about my cat.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Annie came walking up
toward the house and before I saw her, I saw her cobalt blue
fingernails. They were like glass. Maybe they were like jewels from
another planet. I don't know. And then I saw her.
She came to ask me to write a letter
to the judge in Jim's behalf. I reminded her that I never met him.
She said he once had a job as a
kick-box instructor and most of the students were under twelve. So I
could say he was good with kids.
I said I'd do what I can. She said
she hoped it would be soon. And she left.
I went back into the house, and, I
don't know, I sort of wondered about things. I went to the cat box and
sifted around with the scooper and I didn't find anything.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
I forgot why Jesus
died for our sins. Other than the fact that he was nice. What I mean to
say is, I'm not sure how that works, to die for somebody's sins. Unless
they kill you. But that's because of somebody's sin, if their
sin was homocide.
I asked my Christian friend Janice about this and she said I had sin
and Jesus died for that sin. If you have sin, somebody's got to pay.
And instead of you paying, Jesus paid for you. But why pay anybody? How
about there just being a debt that's left hanging?
I wondered why God couldn't just forgive me for my sins without Jesus
having to die. It seems to me that maybe with Jesus dying, my sin could
have been washed away, but it isn't. It's just forgiven. But you know,
my sin is original sin, the sin I was born with. Am I really to be
blamed for something I was just born with?
If Jesus hadn't died for my sins, I wouldn't be forgiven by God. So how
would that be? He'd be mean? Mean because of something I was born with?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I was born with sin. It was not my
idea. But I'm still sorry. And I'm sorry Jesus had to die. But did he
really have to die?
I'd just like God to tell us he knows we have sin but he loves us
anyway and since his son Jesus had nothing to do with it, it's only
fair that he be treated at least as well as the rest of us.
I told Janice this and she said Jesus already died for my sins and it
was too late.
Sunday, March 6, 2005
Rachel over at Our Pet's,
Ourselves was saying that in
all her years as a vet, she never once knew of a cat that
passed gas. She wondered if they could even do it.
I thought about it for a minute. And then I said that one
time my cat and I were sitting around one evening and
I'm pretty sure it happened.
Rachel looked at me. And then she said, "Admit it,
Robert. It was you."
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
left a message on my machine asking what kind
of friend am I saying I'd call the attorney and I never
did? She was disappointed, but what's done is done.
And never mind, because she snuck out last night to
see her man, that would be Jim, and he gave her an 8
lbs. Hershey Kiss.
And she asked him if he'd go to an anger management
class and he said yes.
So everything is fine now.
No thanks to me.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
I had to get a Valentine for mom and Walgreen's was
crowded. There was a pretty woman with black
hair standing right next
to me, close. We were all
looking at the cards. I mean, she was very
And she was so close I could have reached out and
Which is really a strange thing to say, I
know. Well, I started to just
pretend to look for cards.
And then all of a sudden, she said something
She said, "They all sound the same, don't they?" And
she smiled. I
couldn't believe it.
I didn't say anything back. It occurred to me that
there was a chance
that she might have been talking
to somebody next to me. So I didn't
But just in case, not to be rude, I nodded and smiled.
Like maybe I had just thought of something entirely
something nice, something somewhere in
my own world. Kind of far away.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
went to see Blane.
They put Blane in a smaller room on another floor. He
isn't hooked up to any machines now. I just walked in.
He was there, on his back, with his eyes closed.
There's no chair to sit on so I just stood beside his
bed with my arms folded and then I started talking,
like I usually do, just saying things that come to mind.
So, it just took a minute before I started talking
about Annie. And I talked too long and didn't make
sense and I repeated myself and kept on going and
finally just stopped. And then I said goodbye, that I
Somebody must have put Blane's hospital gown on
backwards because it was open in the front. I leaned
over and ran my finger down his chest a couple inches.
In the center. It was a way of saying goodbye, I guess.
He was warm. And his eyes stayed closed.
Friday, February 4, 2005
called me back. She said she needed a
restraining order and a couple other things. She asked
me if I was maxed out on my credit cards. I said no.
She asked me if I'd make a call. The attorney would
know what it's about. And he'd take down the info
for the retainer.
I said OK.
Right before she hung up she said, "You're a sweet
Thursday, February 3, 2005
Annie called from the shelter. She said she needed a
lawyer. She could get one from Legal Aide, but she
wanted something better than free.
She asked me to find the biggest ad I could find from
the yellow pages.
Then another woman's voice came on the line. She
asked, "Who in the hell are you?"
I said "Robert."
She said to never call there again.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Sometimes I thought I saw Annie
when I didn't, like in
the reflection of a store window. It made me tense
or excited or both. I didn't like it and I wished it didn't
It hasn't happened lately. So I kind of just stared at her
when I actually saw her today, walking up my stairs. I
noticed her hair was different.
She said Jim just published a book and she showed
me one of the copies she had with her. It was called,
Mindfull. And it was dedicated to her.
I looked at the dedication. He couldn't have written it
She talked about the book and I noticed her hair was
very different, but I hadn't seen her in a long time. She
said they cost $54 and she wanted to know if I'd buy
a copy. Her voice was the
same. It was just her hair that
It was expected to do well, she said, but the first thing
they wanted to do was break even.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Donald Trump married Slovenian model Melania Knauss
with all the glamour, glitz and gold that money
and star power can
Knauss walked down
the aisle to "Ave Maria" and guests
into applause when the real estate mogul-turned
reality TV star
kissed the bride.
"There was a
spontaneous combustion of love," said
promoter Don King, one of the guests.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
I felt a little down
tonight so I decided to take myself
out to dinner.
Dad used to take us to The Chuck Wagon Buffet
about once a year. It's an all-you-can-eat place and
I always thought that was kind of neat.
The tables are like picnic tables which were made
from distressed wood but they have a high gloss
They still have wagon
wheels on the walls and spurs
and kerosene lanterns. And cattle bones for
But I couldn't taste the
shrimp in the popcorn shrimp.
I even had to open one up to see if one was there.
And, I don't know, there were a lot of people there
who didn't look particulary happy. Though they
could go back for seconds, they piled their plates
high with food.
Nobody was smiling. And everybody was fat.
Friday, January 21, 2005
This is Morning
Has Broken in an endless loop.
I listened to it, oh, over a hundred times. I guess
I got busy doing something else and it kept playing.
I'm not sure if I'll listen to it again.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Fontaine called me. He started to
tell me about Gus
and all he could do is laugh. It wasn't AIDS.
He said Gus tried that spray on tan stuff and it didn't
work to his satisfaction. So then he went to a tanning
It seems that the combination caused a reaction and
his skin turned yellow and orange with these big
blotches and there isn't anything they can do about
So he's walking looking like that.
And of course, the fact that he isn't smiling makes
him look worse.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
I got a call from
Fontaine today. He asked me if Gus
had AIDS or something. I said I didn't know. Why?
He said he saw him in the street and he looked really
bad. I said I knew that he was having problems with
his love life but Fontaine said that wasn't it.
I told him I'd call him if I found out anything.
He seemed more curious than worried so I decided
not to worry either.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
when I'm a little down, I play the violin.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Both Robert Kennedy and William
McKinnley spoke in
St. James Park a few days before they were shot and
killed. But it's a nice park and I took a walk over there
yesterday even though it was really cold out.
There's a statue of McKinnley and I always wanted to
see what was written right above his boot. Since
nobody else was around, I climbed up the pedestal to
take a look. There were little ridges in the granite for
my tennis shoes.
Well, it said it was sculpted by SCHMIDT.
On the way down I thought I was being careful but I
lost my footing. And then I realized I wasn't climbing
anymore. I was falling through the air.
I remember that it wasn't something I wanted to
be doing, falling through the air. But then I realized
once you start falling, and you have nothing to grab
onto, it's not reversible, no matter how much you'd
So, I wondered if I'd crack my head open or break
a leg or some ribs. I'd soon find out, but I couldn't
My whole life flashed before me. But then there was
some time left over. So I just waited.
And then impact came.
To my surprise, I didn't break anything. Maybe it's
the way I landed or all the sweaters I had on. I don't
know. I landed on concrete, too.
I could have got up right away but I just lay there and
marveled that I was alive.
A little Asian woman appeared and bent down and got
real close and looked me in the eye. And then she said,
"I wanted to see if you were still breathing."
I said, "Yes, I am. Thank you."
She straightened up and said, "It's a good thing I
didn't see you fall. It would have made me scream."
I got up and walked home and I wondered if an angel
had broken my fall. Maybe
I'll have a religious
Or maybe I just shouldn't have climbed up there in the
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Yes, the hospital
tells me his name is Blane, not
That might account for the problems I had finding
Maybe it used to be Blaine and the "i" was removed.
Friday, January 14, 2005
I was running ahead
of schedule for the animal pick-up
so I didn't think the company would mind if I took the
truck a couple extra blocks to see how Blane was doing.
Nobody else was there and he was asleep.
One of the monitors beeped and another had green
LED lights that went on and off.
I stood there a while and watched his chest rise and fall.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
The toilet water was
rising and so I grabbed the
plunger and went to it, full force, without wasting a
I've been through this before.
The Man from Uncle, when he was in a bathroom one
time, it was filling up with poison gas. He wrapped a
washcloth around a can of deoderant and set it on fire
with his lighter and it blew down the door. And he did
all this while holding his breath.
Fortunately, I have a good supply of dirty laundry on
the floor to sop it up before it flows into the next room.
That takes some of the pressure off.
Saturday, January 1, 2005
Happy New Year.
It's time to fix some Tasters' Choice and pull up
a chair and not think too much.