Finally, I was really settling into a journal … some verse, some encounters, some intellectual speculation.
Recognition that I had been conflating Todd and Andy, housemates. They do form one character in my fading memory.
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Skye’s sister Laura was up, Saturday night, with all the male competition for her attention wound up landing with Willow in my bed. She was another non-swimmer, as I learned Monday at Empire Lake.
As I later learned, B.L got her pregnant, with an abortion, and then she was out to prove herself a slut; 16 guys since September, one at a time; guess she was with Andy. A trip with here to the ashram was a bummer for her. It became exit for me.
When I broke up with Willow, Gannett purchased the Sun-Bulletin and moved everything into the Press newsroom. So much junk.
Skye was enticing in a white gauze India blouse.
Me, remembering Fay, parked along a dirt road beside Little Miami River covered bridge in humid summer moonlight her eyes glistening, teeth glistening, face glowing.
Another Tuesday I was off, unlike the usual Wednesday, had to go to the office to get my paycheck, though; got stopped for doing 41 in a 30 zone, let off with a warning.
D-Man, remarking on how much a company spends on advertising a product that’s bad, but who spends that much un-advertising it?
Phoned Kara, thought she’d dig blueberry pie; she was too busy sewing. Has seen the movie Bananas. Then said I was grossing her out, “swimming with nothing on,” stuff like that. She’s so afraid of herself. When I tried explaining yoga, she couldn’t understand.
When you’re off-center, meditation is difficult.
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The joy of keeping a journal: I thought the task would give me insight into my depression, but last night in reading a volume found it is better as a record of my ups and stimulates once again the highs that make me happy.
Molly: Everybody can tell you their problems, like what they dislike, but few can tell you what makes them happy.
Keep a journal of both but read only one.
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From Spiralbound Hippies, with commentary from now.
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