March 29, 2002 - Friday
Locked out and perplexed
Yesterday I drove to the parking lot of a restaurant to read the second book. There's just too many temptations and diversions here, which, when I really need to get something done, are all the more glittery and alluring. At about 4:30, with three chapters left, I got out to go to the bathroom. With the truck door swinging shut, I realized that the keys were in the ignition.
I may have burned a few bridges in my day (heck, maybe even one or two in the last week), but I haven't physically locked myself out of anything in a while.
Fortunately, the rocket-scientist father-in-law was almost ready to leave work by then, went and got the Dearest One's key, and had me all fixed up within the hour. First thing I did was walk across the parking lot to the auto parts place in the strip mall (next to where the remaindered-book place used to be - grief, sorrow, wail) and get another key made to carry in my wallet.
Last night I dreamed that Jeremy helpfully suggested that I use the word "deem" a little too often. I was surprised. And now, awake, I can't find any evidence of that. Interpretation? Some sort of subconscious speech impediment?
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I keep dreaming that various iterations of the band (always with one core member - Rodney, Dave or John - missing and sometimes both me & Pat present) are reuniting to tour Japan and the Benelux countries and we're rehearsing, trying to remember our old songs...
Mar 29, '02 - 11:53 AM