Honor & Duty

...because of Honor and Duty
"We are not gods who can fashion events to our desires.
We are mere mortals who must learn not to contend with life
but to yield to it."
-Bette Bao Lord
"Spring Moon"

Twenty-five years ago today:

May 2, 1984
Wednesday

Work went smoothly until Helen 'snapped' at me. I was waiting patiently at her cubicle to go to lunch. After she 'snapped' so rudely at me I split the scene. I ended up eating alone at the 'Pot Belli Deli'. I suspect she and Tony went off somewhere 'into the sunset'.

Later that day, Helen wrote me a note of apology for her actions. She wrote that a close friend of hers had died. I still don't know who though.

I did make that daily phone call to Chris Cordellos at around 2PM today.
"Why don't you come up to Arcata this weekend?" Chris asked.
"Ugh, I don't know," I paused.
"There's a big party this Saturday night. It would be so much fun!" Chris exclaimed.

I would like to go to Arcata but I doubt that I will do it. I would dread the twelve hours of driving (round trip).


I kept my 5:30PM 'Sperm Bank' appointment with Robin. I filled my car with fuel.

Mom accompanied me to the '3348 Solomon Lane' townhouse. Sherri was there. I was able to get my mail that had been delivered there. I also left my rug and toss pillows there (for when I am able to move back into the pad).

I ate dinner with Tony, mom and dad. Then I went for an exhilarating bike ride.

When I returned from the bike ride I watched "The Young & The Restless" and "The Edge of Night". After the steamy soap-opera story lines I 'hit the sack'.