I gave him a jade pendant;
No, no just as requital
But to make our love lasting.
He threw me a peach
I gave him an emerald;
No, not just as requital
But to make our love endure.
He threw me a plum,
I gave him a black jade;
No, not just as requital
But to make our love abide.
-The Book of Songs
Twenty-five years ago today:
February 20, 1984,
Monday
It's Washington's Birthday. It is also the fourth day in a row that I have spent partly with Chris Cordellos.
I went to visit mom. My bike was there and I took a good ride. I spent a lot of the day riding with Suzy Miller.
When I returned home I found John getting ready for work. Sherri was there, too. She is getting bigger. The baby is making its presence known.
Mom and Dad are more than likely buying a townhouse on Cook Lane for $124,950. It's a good thing. John will move there and I can remain here.
Chris called to suggest a visit to Alameda via BART. At first I didn't really want him to visit because I knew I'd probably be driving him all the way back to Concord. He ended up coming via BART after all. We had satisfying sex.
It was made easy on me to just drive him to the Fruitvale BART station. I read him a few excerpts from my journal. My words definitely need some polishing and rewrites. But I can't make those revisions until I am age fifty or so.
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