March 2001
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March 2001
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Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. Natalie Clifford Barney Author (1876-1972) Thursday March 1, 2001 I walked into the bank today to make the house payment, the teller windows were all occupied and apparently they all were tied up, one was an elderly lady just chatting, one a middle-aged man trying to understand why the check from his son hadn't cleared, his son had told him there was money in the bank to cover it... poor guy... I figured I would be there for a while... I noticed that all the tellers were exceptionally young... the oldest was probably 24... then I noticed that they were named Noreen, Marlene, Doreen, and Margaret... When my turn came, guess who I got, I went up to her window and said; "They sure slipped up when they hired you." She squinted at me and said "What did you say?" I said; "They slipped up when they hired you, they should have found someone named Charlene, Darlene, Carlene..." It took her a second but she eventually laughed... then I asked; "Is there anyone working here over thirty?"... She pointed over at the managers "boxicle" and said I think Mr. Lawrence is 32.. Shoot... I am older than dirt. We had an IEP for Mike... he attended it with us... Mike, even though he has some behavior problems, is doing pretty good academically... they are even considering adding more mainstream classes to his schedule, now he is only taking Science... he is getting a C+... I went to see a movie called "Traffic" Michael Douglas... it's a gritty movie... I liked it a lot but I suspect it will be a hard sell to a lot of folks... it is an uncompromising movie about drugs and drug enforcement . The Mexican cop was played by a fella called Benicio Del Toro... he is as good as good an actor as I have seen lately... he came close to stealing the show... it's a memorable flic. Got to go pick up "B" tomorrow, I hope he has a good visit...
“When you’re havin’ troubles, it seems like life is just a long row to hoe, but when you get to be my age and you look back, you’ll see… t’weren’t much to it.” Words of wisdom spoken to my mother by “Boofus” McGowan in Ashland, Maine after the funeral of her mother. I think it is one of the sagest observations on the human condition I have ever heard... I got up to Devereux to pick up "B" at about 11:25 I went over to the dorm but he wasn't back, Mike, the guy that keeps the dorm running smoothly said I would probably be able to catch him at the cafeteria, the bus would arrive at noon. "B" didn't see me because he was engaged in a conversation wit an older kid... when he finally did spot me he was surprised like he had forgotten I would be there. We ate and then went over to the dorm to pick up his medicine and clothes. I had hoped to meet his "Case Manager" Michelle R. but all I was able to do was talk to her on the phone... We got home at about 1445, we passed Christy going down to pick up the kids... when she got home Autumn spotted "B" and ran (staggered) over and hugged him and squealed Baaa Baaa (Autumnese for "B") it was pretty sweet. I have got to carry a pad of paper around with me... and use it... twice today on my drive back from Golita I thought about things I wanted to comment on in here... but I can't remember what they were... damn. I sent out a notice for the ROF, which is next week. I got an e-mail saying Bill B. from up Sacramento way would be paying us a visit... I like Bill, he is a no frills, WYSIWYG sort of guy... It will be good to see him again. Saturday March 3, 2001 Had a nice little diatribe here earlier but I moved it off to the Rants page. I was going to make a simple comment about GW but I got carried away. The kids got the house a little cleaner than it was so I took them to see "See Spot Run" tell ya what... that is a poor movie, the kids seemed to like it though, that's why we went... damn... that was a poor movie... whoever did the casting for it didn't deserve a paycheck and whoever wrote the script must have been an understudy for the guy who writes the Scoobby-Doo cartoons. Anyone who has to resort to having the lead do a 5 minute Three Stooge's routine in a pile of Dog Doo is desperate for an imagination... The Lottery is up over $80,000,000.00... it's worth a buck for a chance at 80 million so I bought a ticket... I will go to bed dreaming about how I'm going to spend it... the cruel light of day will destroy the illusion but, hell, the euphoric day-dream before sleep is worth a buck. Sunday March 4, 2001Someone up north won the lottery... more dashed hopes... The kids are watching a cartoon called "The Critic" I heard a character say "I am doing a movie with Joe Piscipo, we play Siamese Twins joined at the tongue, it's called "Nuuunnnngggg"... for some reason that really cracked me up. Karen and Blaine came over and I did their taxes in Turbo Tax... we had a nice lunch and talked for a while... it was supposed to rain but so far nothing... there is a whole bunch of clouds in the satellite pictures but no rain yet... I didn't take "B" back to Devereux today... I will whisk him out there tomorrow after I drop off the kids... by that time it should be raining like hell... I am tired
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