Inner Feelings

You have been away too long.
To see you is to be home.
-Bette Bao Lord
"Spring Moon"

I will be visiting the Musee Edith Piaf in Paris this month.
And so, I dedicate today's BLOG with Edith, singing 'L'Hymne à l'amour'.
Watch it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gTGmbA40ZQ&feature=related

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 12, 1985
Friday

Last night Dale told me he may not go in to work on Friday for ‘personal reasons’. His ‘personal reasons’ implied the repair of his Grand Prix automobile.

I woke up at 9:30AM and I chose to go lay out on the South Shore Alameda beach. The sun was shining.
“Mom, if Dale calls or comes by just tell him to look for an upside down bike on the beach. There is where I will be.”

I did lie out until 10:30AM and then decided to go bike riding. I was lying out in my shiny gray bikini bathing suit because I figured I didn’t know anyone around. As I completed one tour along the beach I saw Dale (or what looked like him driving slowly along the beach). I waved him over and then we had a race to my mom’s (me via my bicycle & him via his car). I won the race, so my reward was an orange sherbet freeze at the Ice Cream Dock.

We went to my mom’s house after the ice-cream. Dale fed Ashley some peaches baby food.
“I need the practice with my baby due any day now,” Dale said.
I laughed.  Mom laughed, too.

We ate at the Harbor Bay Landing Deli and rapped about things. I could tell that Dale has some sort of ‘inner feelings’ toward me (like Steff does). I don’t know what to make of it. They both are ‘into’ me just a little TOO much.

Dale submitted an application at the Rusty Pelican Restaurant while I went cycling. While biking along I saw a few interesting sights. There was a young gent laying cement down by a new housing project that caught my eye.

Dale and I were to re-meet at my house at around 3:30PM. Dale didn’t appear until 4PM (which was fine, considering I needed to shower).

Dale allowed me to drive his Grand Prix to San Francisco. We went to the Cliff House near the ocean. It was so beautiful there. We ate and then went for an excursion. We walked along the mountainous rocks near the ocean. It was fun. Thereafter, (after about an hour of driving & searching for a parking space) we went to the REGENCY II Theaters to see “MASK”, the Cher movie. The boy who played Cher’s son had an ugly face—but it was a good, sentimental story.

I did not hear from Paloma, so I don’t know what to make of it. Time will tell…I guess.


After the movie, “MASK”, Dale and I returned to my pad. Dale left almost immediately and the telephone rang. It was Steff.
Steff said, “The 213 telephone number that I gave your mother will help you to locate Paloma. She will be in L.A. for three weeks.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about. All I knew is that I missed Paloma’s presence. I really do.

Steff kept going on and on about being my manager.
“I really think you will make it big as a model,” Steff said excitedly.
I think it is all ‘poppycock’ nonsense. I showered and went to bed. Yawn.

For when one is about to embark on some enterprise, it is precisely the books whose contents have NOTHING AT ALL IN COMMON with the enterprise that are the most useful.
-Franz Kafka
"Wedding Preparations in the Country"