Today was another day off, and I loved it. Wish I could retire young and have every day off.
Started with a visit to the mailbox, where I received another letter from Sarah-Katherine, for whom I swoon. Back home I replied to her immediately, and sent late-late responses to a few other deserving people.
Checked my phone messages after hot dogs for dinner, and returned the one phone call received since yesterday. It was from some guy named Ron, who needs someone to tote boxes tomorrow.
Since I'm booked it'll be Pike doing the toting, but I'm glad I called him back instead of just giving his number to Pike. In addition to the box-toting, Ron mentioned that he also needs live-in help for a few months, tending the grounds at his cabin in the mountains — and that might be me.
We're meeting tomorrow night, he's buying me dinner, and if it feels right, who knows, maybe I'll pack up and ride off with him to the frozen north, 40 miles outside Ukiah.
No, I'm not leaving San Francisco, at least not permanently. Even if he offers the job and even if I take it, the cabin gig would be only for a few months.
Nothing's holding me here in this apartment, with Pike and his perpetual 'special guest star' in our sitcom, Terry — the world's most annoying woman.
Almost any way out of here would be welcome.
From Pathetic Life #13
Friday, June 9, 1995
This
is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago,
called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but
might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting
things, so parental guidance is advised.
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