Sa 8-9-01 8:41 AM
Today is the reunion. I should email Tom and Aunt Kay. Today is Tim's wedding. We still haven't picked up a gift. Rochelle has been sick. She had a hundred two fever Thursday night. I've been taking care of the baby while she gets some rest. It hasn't allowed much writing time. I did type fifteen minutes yesterday. It took all day to read the newspaper. The kid was on the go from noon to nine. I took her with me to my doctor's appointment for my TB test. They informed me that they do not administer TB tests of Fridays. So, we wasted an hour or so and a dollar and seventy-five cents parking when they should have told me this over the phone when I made the appointment. And why don't they give TB tests of Friday? Nobody knew. The baby stood on the porch while I unlocked the door. That was a surprise. She loves to walk now, but only if you are holding both hands which means I walk stooped over behind her. It kills my back, but she gets mad if you won't hold her hands when she wants to walk. We walked up and down the hallway and all around the backyard and up and down Hudson. The world is a wonder to her, and she is to me. She's crawling around the fireplace right now with her Pat the Bunny book. Our chimney topples in the 'Sylmar quake or maybe even the '33 Long Beach quake, at any rate, it's not there anymore. It's walled over with brick and mortar now, and we just keep candles in there. Rochelle is still in bed. Her doesn't seem so bad, but her throat still hurts, and she's rundown. Or else she just likes me taking care of the baby while she lies in bed. I don't think I'm going to be able to play baseball tomorrow. I think I have a sprained right big toe, a strained right Achilles tendon, and a pulled right calf muscle. A chart on the wall in the doctor's examination room said I am twenty pounds overweight, seven pounds from being obese. I need to
[black and white photo of Bumpass Hell] start riding my bike again. Rochelle's mom is coming up to babysit today while we go to the wedding. I don't know if Rochelle's going to go now. I'll read the newspaper next. I've got to get Jim out of jail.