7-19-00 W 2:59 PM
We picked up the puppy this morning. She seems to be a
black field spaniel/ retriever mix. She whimpered all the way home. I think she
must have been carsick. She retched up some slimy kibble. When we brought her
into the house, she didn’t seem to know which way to go at first. She sniffed
one corner before catching the scent of the kitchen, but then something else caught
her attention and she turned another way, loping along clumsily, walking
sideways, falling down. I lay down on the couch to read the paper. She
struggled to pull herself up, succeeded, stomped over my paper, and lay on my
shoulder. Soon we were both asleep.
The phone rang and woke me. I was supposed to go for a
bike ride, but I didn’t feel like it. I’m lazy and tired today. I don’t know
why. I got up before eight this morning. Put five lines to Jim. Then I walked
down Hudson and got the papers. I ate cereal for breakfast and peanut butter
for lunch [color photo of Wrigley Field from behind home plate, looking across the
diamond to centerfield, the ivy, the bleachers, the scoreboard, and the high-rises
beyond]
I have to go to night school in ninety minutes. I don’t
feel like lifting weights today. I should take a shower. I guess I’ll read some
Miller when I’m done here. My fingers smell like puppy. What else? The puppy
was spayed yesterday. She has been sleepy all day. We’re thinking of calling
her Louisiana, Lulu for short. I have to do that third-person page. We’re still
in the traffic-stop flashback. That’s Sammy Sosa to the left in that picture.
He would later homer in that game which was July second. Lance Armstrong is
winning the Tour de France. Now that I teach evenings around the corner at LA High,
I’ll be losing twenty miles of bike riding each week. [sad face]
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