I read the latest "Journal of accountancy" this morning. (It had an article on job and employment trends today. (According to it the only place in the west that is good now and into the near future is LA (I will have to pick up the LA Times when some money comes in. (I didn't care much for LA when I lived there in '72, but I need a job.)-(It also might be a way to make some contacts in publishing.)))
I wonder if Carrie consciously chooses the stories that she tells me? (I can usually see some tie in to things wrong in my life in them. (So much of what she says is buried between the lines; I am always looking for sub-messages.)) (Neat.) (Tis nice that someone cares!)
If I had money to play with, I could get into unemployment. (I love what I am doing now, and it's nice to just let my mind go where it will, instead of where some boss thinks it should be.)
(1pm) Thinking about it more, starting at the County wasn't the exact time I gave up going to the bars every nite alone. (When I first started at the county in Sept. 1983, I was living in that camper, and although I pretty much gave up the Paw, I switched to the downtown bars. (Twas too cold and miserable in that camper to do anything more than crawl in and pass out.)) (It wasn't until I got that apartment in Nov. 1983 with Caroline, that I started staying home more often, and it wasn't until I moved into the apartment on Black in April 1984, that I really cut back. And, it wasn't until Nov. 1984, when I started "Outlaws and Poets" that I didn't go out at least once a week. (Oh well, regardless of when, finding a rational reason is probably pretty pointless. (It happened and now the trick is to find a way to get back to being a social creature.)))
(2pm) I am at the park sun tanning. (Carly just stopped and visited a bit. (I like her.))
I brought books by two of the authors that last editor suggested to me in his rejection letter to the park today; but I can't get into their writing. (So far, Bukowski is one of the few modern poets I can get interested in reading.)
(4pm) Nice sun tanning session.
(6pm) Nice walk.
(10pm) Quiet nite. (Nice.)
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(Noon) Quiet morning of tv. (Nice.)
(2pm) Nice walk.
Tis sun tanning time again.
I decided to modify my spaghetti recipe, to make it into chili. (I don't do that often, because of the gas it creates. (I guess that is one advantage of being a hermit. (No one around to offend with all my smells.)))