12-13-00 8:57 PM W
Learning love from a box of moving light; paid for; pretend
I’m exhausted. It’s the flu, I guess. I pray the baby doesn’t
get it. One of my students, a young
lady, nineteen years old, Marta Barban, was crying when she left my class
tonight because she won’t be in my class tonight, and, she says, she loves me.
She has a crush, I guess. Life’s weird like that. Where was she when I was
nineteen? I was with Jerzey Yokono. Whatever. I’m not even tempted. That’s how
old I’ve become.
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I have to drop these movies off at the rental place. I don’t
have my wallet, so if I want any new movies, I’ll have to stop by the
house. Even exhausted, I dread going to
bed; dread [photo of the jungle growing right up to the ocean at Las Uvas, near
Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica] the surrender of it. So much is undone. So little has
been proved. I like to think it’s never too late, but the reality is something
different: I bungled my potential. [ a couple of striped fish, one vertically,
the other horizontally, above the dying reef at Las Uvas, underwater photo] No
exotic beach can change how mediocre I turned out.
My freedom is close-ended.
12:04 PM 12-13-00 W
I don’t know why I’m starting this now since I’m going to
have t pick up the kids off the yard in a few minutes. I guess I’ll have to
suspend this when the bell rings, mark the time, and pick it up for however more
minutes I need when I come back.
That was a waste of writing. I feel like crap. I’m tired and
weak from the flu. I watched a movie about an obnoxious crusader called “Erin
Brockovich.” When it was over, I turned off the light and went to sleep. The
alarm went off immediately and it was morning and time to get up. I showered
and dressed. Took a vitamin. Ate a bacon-egg-cheese sauce-and-death
toaster-pastry. Added a couple of lines to Jim. I crossed to page one hundred
thirty-eight. I drove to school. Bought a newspaper in front of Taco Bell. Opened
the door early and let the kids use the computer. I read the paper. The Supreme
Court has revealed what a political backscratcher the judicial system really
is. Scalia’s sons work for Olson, the attorney who represents Bush; Thomas’ wife
works for Bush. It’ sickening. Alex Rodriguez signed a $252.2-million-dollar
contract. It wounds me. I thought I forgot my lunch and got my heart clogged
with cheese and grease at Taco Bell. We investigated thousands. I finished the
paper. When I opened my backpack to get this notebook, my lunch was in there. Oops.
We’re going to the holiday program in forty-five minutes. Humbug. I asked the
kids why we celebrate the holidays. “To get presents,” was the unanimous
response. I have to grab a tree after school. Rochelle has caught the flu. The
baby might have it, too, Ugh. That breaks my heart. I have to order that New
Jersey Devils sweater for my mom. We go for portraits tomorrow.
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