07-22-04 - 10:21 a.m.
17 days of not-so-worthy news:
1) after the longest escrow in history; an agonizing eight months, the house is really mine. time to remove indoor/outdoor carpet in the kitchen. time to exhume the knickknacks and hang five hundred cheesy motel-motif eiffel tower oil paintings. from this point on, the acre shall be referred to as chez sage.
2) an ultra-sound revealed, almost positively, a granddaughter. bruce-and-patti are now just patti, a ravenous whirling dervish inside my beautiful berries' expanding belly. we marathon shopped recently at the mall in reno, where i discovered a cache of expensive baby duds embroidered with the paris monuments. they'll go nicely with the born-in-the-usa bib.
3) after a pleasant span of civility, the oldest daughter has found fault with me again. why am i so fucking flawed?
4) the spurned lummox continues to shuffle through my line at work, looking peevish and rejected. are we speaking yet? he asked. i thanked him for shopping at walmart.
5) i have a secret crush on a co-worker from the garden department who looks amazingly like a diamond studded, neatly groomed version of seymour cassel in minnie and moskowitz*. recently at the timeclock, where brushing elbows can be an erotic event, i asked of his marital status "i'm legally attached to a woman who left me for california," he replied. see bmoviemaven try to contain her girlish glee. and please remind me that i'm 50, not 15.
6) monday is the codger's 73 birthday. sometimes, in moments of isolation, i miss him so much i ache inside. please, before i do something regrettable like mailing him a gift wrapped key to my new front door, remind me why i moved here.
7) *refer to your john cassavetes filmology.