After work on Monday I head for Larchmont Village to visit Person E_F. We end up watching a video of "Signs" - which I haven't seen before. Person E_F jumps in a startled manner everytime an alien appears or a scary moment presents itself, I, on the other hand, laugh each of these times. And I'll occasionally tap on the table or window in order to startle Person E_F some more. I don't quite...um... make it...um...home on Monday night.
On Wednesday, after a
decent presentation at Northrop
Grumman, I'm splitting lanes on the motorcycle in order to get to the
freeway. I split the freeway entrance lanes to get close to the
metering signal. When I run out of road I move over to my left in
front of...the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile! The Oscar Meyer Weinermobile
is waiting to enter the 405 southbound. Later in the trip a large
black SUV doesn't see me and starts moving over on me. Because:
1) I'm emotionally confused
2) Tired from late night activities
3) On the liquid edge of chaos
4) Just plain don't care anymore
I let the SUV keep coming without really taking avoiding action. When
the SUV is within a foot of me he/she realizes I'm there and retraces
his/her actions. No contact again!
At home on Wednesday I lift weights before heading off to a resourcescout meeting. After the meeting I do not go home. Instead I head to The Library coffeehouse, grab a 7-Up, and sit and relax. Wednesday night is CSULB night at The Library, so there are plenty of college students in various forms of dress, hairstyle, and fashion statements. I sit back and just think for about 45 minutes about the state of my life, the various people coming and going in my life, and other topics. Nobody bothers me and I don't bother anybody else tonight. I'm home in bed just before midnight.
On Thursday, after a reasonably productive day at Northrop Grumman, I go home and run for just short of 5 miles, mow the lawn, grab a quick dinner, and start in on returning telephone calls. Nopey picks up the rest of the evening from here.
going to get even with him by...um...well...I don't know what I'll do. But I'll think of something and do it. Like maybe I'll run down the street when he's mowing the lawn and pretend not to hear him calling me so that I can stay away longer. But later on Thursday, though he has appeared to be in an upbeat mood lately despite the loss of that motorcycle racer, Ray lays down and starts crying. He probably ran too far today without me. See, if he would have taken me with him, not that I can run anymore, but I would have slowed him down and made him stop sooner. That'll teach him! Ray has a good cry and then continues on with other things. I think that maybe he's been occupying himself with too much running and cycling on order to avoid dealing with some of the people that he needs to deal with. But what do I know? I'm just a cute, intelligent, lovable, and old golden retriever.