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I tried plums. Pop had got himself some yesterday, along with peaches. Being interested in adding more variety to my fruit diet of apples and bananas, I took one of each off of him. The plum is definitely a different flavor, but I am not up to its bitterness.
Jun. 22nd, 2012
Dr. G. and Horace
Jun. 22nd, 2012 09:10 pmJack was supposed to edge the lawn this evening, but I was surprised when he came in through the gate and rang the doorbell. Maybe it wasn’t him. So, I went to answer the bell. It was Jack, and with Jill at his side. They were smiling brightly, and they both greeted me with a warm ‘hello’ or ‘hey’. I was my usual silent, grumpy-looking self. Before their greeting could register on my consciousness, I was already backing out to get Pop.
“What do you think that was about?”
I don’t have a clue. It is as though we jumped tracks onto a parallel universe, and in this world, we have dear and friendly relations, save perhaps for some kind of attitude problem on my part. I was afraid they were going to ask me out to a movie or to dinner, but I guess the world has not gone that crazy.
In any case, Jack did do the lawn, and I suppose Jill was here to help Pop with a computer problem, or more to the point, with a Facebook problem.
“And I suppose you couldn’t wait to get to the computer to call up the last session and scout around Facebook.”
I was surprised that I could not find Sugar. I assumed she would be using her real name, and she probably is, but I guess she is way down on the list of Melissas. I didn’t look that deep and I did not find her. I also looked up Steve, from Yokota days. There are a lot of him as well, and I didn’t find him either. But then I thought, while I was there, to check out Dr. G.
“I trust you found him.”
Oh, yeah. Although I like to think that I am well past any expectations about him, I am surprised by how strong is this sense of disillusionment, this emptying of my gut. The old man looks so mellow and filled with contentment. It is as though I expect him to look sick with grief for failing me. But, no, life just goes on, and his career just keeps soaring. He was even named professor of the year. And if I couldn’t latch onto something to keep my life from withering away, utterly wasted, well, that is my fault and my burden to bear.
“Was that it? Or did you look up someone else?”
I left Facebook and went about my e-business, but I was still in a nostalgic mood, and I started looking people up on Google, and I came across a bombshell on Horace, from UT days. He apparently got into some legal trouble a few years ago on his Republican business. Let’s just say he was able to plead guilty to a misdemeanor charge and avoid jail time.
“Well, that must have made you feel a little better.”
Heh, I suppose it helped a little.
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“What do you think that was about?”
I don’t have a clue. It is as though we jumped tracks onto a parallel universe, and in this world, we have dear and friendly relations, save perhaps for some kind of attitude problem on my part. I was afraid they were going to ask me out to a movie or to dinner, but I guess the world has not gone that crazy.
In any case, Jack did do the lawn, and I suppose Jill was here to help Pop with a computer problem, or more to the point, with a Facebook problem.
“And I suppose you couldn’t wait to get to the computer to call up the last session and scout around Facebook.”
I was surprised that I could not find Sugar. I assumed she would be using her real name, and she probably is, but I guess she is way down on the list of Melissas. I didn’t look that deep and I did not find her. I also looked up Steve, from Yokota days. There are a lot of him as well, and I didn’t find him either. But then I thought, while I was there, to check out Dr. G.
“I trust you found him.”
Oh, yeah. Although I like to think that I am well past any expectations about him, I am surprised by how strong is this sense of disillusionment, this emptying of my gut. The old man looks so mellow and filled with contentment. It is as though I expect him to look sick with grief for failing me. But, no, life just goes on, and his career just keeps soaring. He was even named professor of the year. And if I couldn’t latch onto something to keep my life from withering away, utterly wasted, well, that is my fault and my burden to bear.
“Was that it? Or did you look up someone else?”
I left Facebook and went about my e-business, but I was still in a nostalgic mood, and I started looking people up on Google, and I came across a bombshell on Horace, from UT days. He apparently got into some legal trouble a few years ago on his Republican business. Let’s just say he was able to plead guilty to a misdemeanor charge and avoid jail time.
“Well, that must have made you feel a little better.”
Heh, I suppose it helped a little.
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