12-1-00 F 12:57 PM
I have a headache. I’ve had a voracious appetite lately. I
keep eating and eating. Maybe my ursine genes are gearing up for winter. Maybe
those genes are why I’m tired all the time. I’ve been to Taco Bell, McDonald’s,
Lucy’s, Jack in the Box, and Tam’s this week. Ugh. I started putting a post
card collage on Rochelle’s closet door. I finished the newspaper at lunch. The
market nosedived again yesterday. Mortgage rates hit a seventeen-month low,
though. The Yankees signed Mike Mussina. Unreal. Florelle talked about heading
out after school for a while. I don’t think I can hack it. I was thinking, even
if the baby only costs me an hour of sleep a night, over a week, that’s one
full night of sleep. Urg. The kids wrote book reports this morning. We went to
the library. I have to make copies and mail in the insurance papers for Ada
before I go home today. I’ve got to try to finish the introduction to that
Penguin Classics edition of Leaves of Grass. Use Vein of Gold for another
third-person page. We’re going to play football for PE today. What else? My mom
is going to tea at the Bel Air Hotel today with Lynn Grzckch, and then they’re
coming to the house around five. I have to get home before then so Rochelle can
go to the market. I guess we’ll end up sitting around the house, drinking and
play board games after that. Maybe we’ll watch the end of “Something Wicked”
tonight after they leave. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the Museum of Miniatures. Maybe
I’ll try [photo of my kids in portable public pool in Pacoima] to do some
Christmas shopping. I wonder how much Stan paid for Millie’s ring. What else?
It has been ghost-skies all day. I found a 1940 penny in my pocket. Andele!
Andele! Mama ii aa oh ohhhh.