Chances Are...

The chance factor in life is mind boggling.
-Woody Allen
as heard while watching his 2009 film “Whatever Works”

My DNA cousin, John E Spencer, of San Francisco sent me the Johnny Mathis GOLD 50th Anniversary Celebration CD for my birthday. For the last month or so I have been listening to the first two tunes (Chances Are & Wonderful! Wonderful!) because they equate to a total of 5 minutes and 51 seconds.

Each night before bedtime and ‘in the morning’ before getting up out of bed I play the two tunes while I go into the YOGA child’s pose. It helps me to sleep and to gradually begin my day.

I was told by an authoritative person in the meditation/fitness field that by doing child’s pose every night and every morning (for 5 minutes) it will help.
It works (for me).

I really like the CHANCES ARE song, too. Listen:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=chances+are&docid=1042086298333&mid=16449FEBA86969B11D4816449FEBA86969B11D48&FORM=VIVR24#

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 22, 1984
Wednesday

My morning went well. I completed my last role play assignment case and did very well. I spent the latter part of the day doing puzzles and such.
For lunch we all ate at The Victorian and I had one and a half Long Island Iced-Teas. We were going to meet at ‘Raggs’ afterwards but I ceded to make a run for it and meet my appointment with Barbara at the Women’s Feminine Health Center.

I also telephoned Chris Cordellos on my last break to see what was happening tonight.
“Clay is coming over. If he doesn’t come over, do you want me to call you?” Chris asked.
What an asshole!
I think I said, “Yeah, I’ll catch ya later!”
I don’t intend on calling him again. I used to think I was on the top of his priority list in terms of friends and ‘spending time’ but I can see he wants to lower himself to another extreme this time. I am being very objective after what he said last night (about seeing other people and not feeling any guilt on each others’ part).

I made my minor donation at the Sperm Bank today. After being drained last night there wasn’t likely very high volume today (I don’t think).

When I arrived home I telephoned Linda Nannizzi. I was pleased when she answered the phone.
“Hi, do you want to go bike riding?” I asked sweetly.
“Well, I was just leaving to a movie,” Linda replied.
“Oh, well how about we go out this Saturday?”
“I’m going camping this weekend.”
“How about going out the next weekend?”
“That would probably be okay.”
She was so uncooperative in her speech.
“If I am badgering you…tell me,” I said sternly.
“Well, I’m sort of getting back together with my other boyfriend.”
Needless to say, it was another fantastic, thrilling moment in my day to hear that!

I think Linda's being ‘naive at nineteen’ and my being twenty-five and perhaps her Dad may have influenced her decision to try to avoid me. I got the feeling by getting her home at 2AM on Friday night did not help matters. Oh well, it’s just as well. She is not for me.

I cannot believe I was actually considering Linda ‘marriage material’ so soon in our 'whatever it was'. She is definitely NOT. I don’t really want that ‘tied down’ commitment anyway. Now…do I?

I went bicycling from 6:30PM until 8PM. It was a good way to relieve any anxieties I might be holding within. Once I returned home I telephone Karyn Kossoff. We had a wonderful talk. I enjoy talking to her. We had a good ‘one on one’ conversation about one another and the direction we are heading.
“I want to spend more time with you,” Karyn said.
I don’t because I don’t want a relationship right now with someone I work with day in and day out. Or do I? Through my eyes I wish to think of her only as a friend. It is a ‘one way street’. She is on the ‘one way street’ and I am yielding before the falling rock and at the same time avoiding the ‘slippery when wet’ roads.

I had a nutritious meal for dinner (steamed broccoli, a bag of Doritos and water).

While riding my bike I saw Steve Gaster. We talked for a short while. I stopped by Suzy Miller’s apartment but she was not at home.

I have a feeling Chris and his pal, Clay are at “The Hub” bar in Walnut Creek. Grody! I hate that place.