Earlier this year I had the nicest surprise. One of my oldest friends Glenda contacted me out of the blue, having found my art site via Google. We’d been friends since I was about nine or ten years old, but we’ve lost touch for so many years; so it was like revisiting the past and my carefree childhood. Anyway, a few days ago, Glenda sent me scans of some of my old sketches—godawful pencil drawings I did over 15 years…
I played my very first game of miniature golf today at Boomers, and I had a fabulous time. I sucked, but I had a fabulous time. Par was 52; my score was 65. On the way to the ninth hole, which was in a tunnel high up, in a fake mountain, I hit the ball so hard that it jumped off the course, rolled across a bridge, and fell down the height of a tower right onto the tenth hole…
I went apartment hunting today, and I’ve learned at least one thing: Extra letters in the name mean extra expensive. The word point, for example, is rather harmless and nondescript. View Point. Point Surfside. The Point. Add an extra -e, however, and the rent goes up at least $200. Pointe Surfside had great landscaping, clean grounds, nice new exteriors, and an all-around good feel to it, but you know… that extra -e would have killed my monthly budget. It’s true!…
I plan on moving closer to work within the next two months. This morning the human encyclopedia and I were discussing the logistics of such a move, and he brought up the topic of my computers. “It’s going to be a little tricky getting you set up,” he said. “What are you talking about? I know how to set my computers up just fine. That’s easy.” “I’m talking about the internet service providers. They have different cable companies up there….
I miss having a piano around. I haven’t touched a keyboard in years. My first piano was an old thing, bought used—quite likely twice or three times over. It was a mahogany-hued upright piano with a godawful amber-colored plastic covering that looked like cheap decorative glass. I remember pieces of that plastic monstrosity falling off as we drove home with the piano riding in a U-Haul trailer behind us. There I was, nine years old, looking out the back window…