'Click-Clack'

"The laws of science don't apply to matters of the heart."
-KYLE-XY, Season III
Episode 7, 'Chemistry 101'

Twenty-five years ago today:

April 10, 1985
Wednesday

I woke up early this morning thanks to Steff’s early telephone call.
“I’m having lunch with Jean-Pierre tomorrow!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, and I plan on showing him all of the pictures you sent me. You must grow your moustache back.”
“Well, I’m letting all of my whiskers grow right now.”

I went to visit my Brother John’s townhouse this morning. He was watching College Baseball. I greeted Ashley and played with her for a bit. I followed this visit with a drop by at mom’s house for breakfast via my bicycle. I wanted to bike more extensively but I didn’t. It was getting chilly.

Jim Koran telephoned me last night per a note that Marty left me.
Marty wrote: ‘Jim wanted you to know that he arrived home all right.’

I rode along the beach and then decided to take my two bikes in for their check-ups. I took my two bikes and placed them in the back seat, making sure the convertible top was down (because I couldn’t transport them any other way). As I drove back home I saw a hot-looking blond schoolteacher walking her little students somewhere. She eyed me…but (?)…I’ll never see her again (I bet).

I went to Mom’s house and Ashley was still there. I took her to the San Leandro Estuary for an outing, then to the little playground near the Harbor Bay Library. Ashley got a real kick out of playing on the swing. Some other little girl was pushing Ashley on the swing, too. I took her back to Mom’s house because I couldn’t enjoy the visit to the playground without my camera (to imprint the memory). I took a nap while at Mom’s, waking up when Sherri arrived to pick-up Ashley.

Sherri asked, “What do you plan on doing tomorrow?”
“Not much…why?”
“Well I feel like Mexican or Chinese food.”
“That sounds good to me.”
I left Mom’s house after Sherri and Ashley had left because Dad was going to get into fiddling with his 1984 Income Taxes. I didn’t want to be in the way while he was doing that. He likes complete silence.

While at my pad I received a phone call from Helen Armijo, my sister-in-law. She received the note I had placed in her mailbox the night before.
“Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?”
“Okay, that sounds great.”

Steff telephoned me while I was napping at Mom’s. Her recorded message implied that it was important that I call her back as soon as possible. I tried to call back but she wasn’t at home. I wonder what it is that could be so important. I wonder if it’s regarding my tentative ‘modeling connection’ that she is so enthusiastic about.

I went to Helen and Tony’s pad. Tony was going to Dennis Reno’s house for dinner and then to their Ice-Cream Shoppe in Concord. Helen made some great chicken. We made chocolate-chip cookies together. They were ‘yummy’…ever-so-good! I feel fat now. I weighed 165 pounds when I got on her scale!

I called Bonnie Walsh’s house last night.
The sixteen year old daughter said, “Paloma is supposed to call from Los Angeles and then fly to San Francisco.”
“Really?” I asked. “I may be around and I will call you tomorrow.”


While Helen and I watched DYNASTY on television we heard a ‘click-clack’ noise. It was a caught mouse in the mouse trap near their refrigerator door!
Helen urged me. “Get it, Michael, get it!”
“There is no way I’m going to get it,” I exclaimed in terror.
We laughed over the incident.
“Just wait until Tony comes home.”
I left soon after.

When I arrived home Marty said, “Steff and Dale called for you.”
Steff was not at home when I returned her call.
Dale and I had a brief talk.
“Sue and Mary are trying to pry information out of me regarding you and Paloma.”
“What did you say?”
“I just said that they should ask YOU.”
Dale is in a nervous wreck.
“Michael, Dee is due to have the baby any day now!”

I called mom and told her the Helen ‘trapped a mouse’ story. She had already heard about it from Helen but wanted to hear my version. She laughed.

When I called Helen the telephone was answered by Tony. I was tempted to ask for ‘Ben’ or ‘Willard’ (based on the titles of those rat movie sensations). Apparently, Tony had not yet picked up the mouse.
Tony said, “I’ll get a bag and put it in the garbage in the morning because the other traps might be filled by then.”
“Maybe you should take it to work and put it in your supervisor’s top drawer,” I suggested.
According to Helen, Tony had a twinkle in his eye after I made the suggestion.

Now…Joan Rivers is on ‘The Tonight Show’.

He exerted himself by exercising subtle influences on the lives of others.
-as heard while watching
"The Picture of Dorian Gray" (1945 Film)