Living Outside Your Bubble

We have been very happy.
I have often felt completely alone.
There is always in this life something to discover.
The days and the years have gone by in some sort of blur.
On the whole, I am satisfied.
-Alice Munro
from her short story,
The Albanian Virgin

We all become too routine. It is time to remove yourself from your 'bubble'. Go out and get some of that fresh air. Never limit yourself to new discoveries is my 'blog' suggestion for today.

"Doesn't fresh air give us an appetite?"
-Alice Munro
from her short story,
Open Secrets

Twenty-fives year ago today:

Janurary 31, 1984, Tuesday

It is the last day of January 1984 and the month has proved 'key' in a couple of respects. Chris Cordellos and Nancy DeSilva are new faces 'in the picture'.

I made an attempt to call Nancy. She was attending a school 'Rah Rah" game.

I called Paloma and we talked about the upcoming UC Berkeley schedule of events.
"Why don't we go out on Friday night?" I asked her.
Her tone of voice made me feel she was not so thrilled with my idea. I believe Paloma prefers outings with her girlfriends on the weekends. She should know how that made me feel. Her smoking while she speaks to me on the telephone is most annoying. I can hear her 'blow smoke'.

While at work today I told Ben Nunley a few dirty jokes that seemed to tickle his fancy. It was fun. Ben is pretty 'cool'. I guess it's because he laughs at my corny jokes.

I consulted Salima about what business-like attire I should wear on Friday for our section luncheon. Salima always dresses so high-fashion. She is such a sweet 'looker'.

After work I dialed Helen's number.
"I have a rash all over my body," Helen said.
"How did that happen?" I questioned with much concern.
"It may mean food poisoning," she explained, "the doctors are still checking into it."

I went to bed early (by 9pm). I had tried to call Chris Cordellos at Oak Knoll Hospital but here was no record of his name with the Admissions Office. It beats me? I wonder if he had to get the operation after all? I wonder if Nancy will ever return my call?