So, I thought I'd start out the day with a few pix. This one is of my long-time friend Ginny.This might have been taken as late as 1964, but I didn't date it when I took it... I thought that I'd always remember everything.

This one is of my father, the second-best picture that I have of him. I can't find my favorite. This picture was taken in front of our house in Enid and once again, I'm really unclear on the date. The dog is Brownie.

This is my uncle Earl, my mothers' brother, and probably the most influential male in my formative years. Among other things, he taught me to never throw anything away unless it's completely unusable. He also taught me how to make use of damned near everything.

Nostalgia is hell. It makes you remember stuff. Some stuff is better forgotten. Like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. It's gone. Replaced by Peaceful, Easy Feelin'.

I've also got a new sound routine going. Let me know if you can't hear it or if you get errors... I'm going to keep trying until I get it right... or maybe I'll just give up. That sounds better all of the time.

If you go back to older entries, the music won't match what it says it is. In the interest of conserving space, I've just got one MIDI file on the server, and every entry is directed to play it. In other words, the music is only good until I change it (to something good again, I hope). But, at the best, it's silly, and at the worse it's a mild hassle.

This has been a discouraging week off for me... kinda like I forgot to take my Zantac or something. Just kinda depressed, stuff piling up on me, weird dreams bothering me, shit like that. Karen and I aren't communicating very well, and that's unusual, and I know that it's my mood. Unfortunately, the way our moods work, I can always (well, almost always) get her out of a bad mood, but when I get in a bad mood, it puts her in a bad mood too. So she's not much help getting me out of my bad moods. So it's bootstrap time again for me.

I'm not smoking very much. Keeping the cigs in the basement, going down there to smoke 'em. I think that's part of my depression, well, I know it is. Fucking cigarettes. There otta be a law... anyway, I need to get outa this mood and into the next one, whatever that might be. Maybe I'll get lucky and get into a productive mood. If I didn't spin my wheels so damned much, i think I wouldn't have time to get depressed. Yeah, that's it!

Right. Catch 22. O'well, I been here before.

This is probably the most fun that I ever had with my clothes on. The occasion was my Mom's last day of work at the Enid News and Daily Eagle, and my brother Dan (on the left) and I went down to Enid unbeknownst to mom. The people in the office had arranged to have balloons delivered, so Dan and I met the balloon guy in the front lobby and delivered them to her. They were in front of us covering our faces until the last minute. She had no idea that we would be there and she was so delighted! I'm sitting here grinning just thinking about it. Dan had flown in from DC the day before and we drove my Alfa down to Enid and I scared the shit out of him with my driving. So I let him drive and he scared the shit outa me. A reciprocal shit-scaring thing... Anyway, we had a wonderful time. This pic is one of a series that the photographer took. Mom has the whole series framed and hung.

Well, that worked. Now I feel better. I guess nostalgia isn't all that bad anyway....

15:56: Going to a class from 16:30 to 19:30 on cardiac rehabilitation, partly to fulfill requirements, but also to give me a boost to get serious about exercise, diet and quitting smoking! Maybe I can come home enthusiastic... although it's hard right now to be enthusiastic. I stayed up all night last night and slept from about 06:30 'til noon. Playing on the net. Anyway, I gotta go now... more later.

16:56: This is the first time that I've had a class cancelled because of the wind. I've had more that a few fishing trips cancelled, but never an inservice. The problem was... it was an interactive satellite video hookup, and the wind is blowing 45 MPH (from the south, giving us a 70 degree-F day) and the receiver wasn't stable enough to hold the signal. So I have to wait for them to order the videotape, probably three weeks.

Karen was delighted when I came home, though. We get to spend an extra evening together! I have no clue as to what we'll do. She's been wanting to watch Pulp Fiction for quite a while, maybe we'll do that. She's never seen it, and we've had the tape for over a year. I've only seen it once, but I've heard that it's more impressive the second... and third... and fourth time around. Most of the people that I know have seen it more than once. I'm finally beginning to like Travolta, too, after seeing Michael a month or so ago.

Well, I'm scanner-crazy, I know. It's poor taste to put your picture on the front page... but it's Karens' picture, too, so I think that makes it all right. Doesn't it? Actually, I promise to do better, and not load up on the graphix here. But it's so damned much fun! I will limit myself to one pic a day from now on, I promise. The front-page picture is Karen's favorite of us together. Tomorrow I'll show you mine... my favorite pic of us together! Get yer mind outa the gutter!

OK, it's not for me to say where you keep your mind. Although I've never been known to give bad advice... I guess we all need some mind-in-the-gutter time. But this is not the time, or the place. If you need some advice on how to spend your mind-in-the-gutter computer time, I can reply privately... if you ask privately.

Poor Lisa! She had a re-breaking up with her former boy-friend. It was over (2 weeks ago!), then he called her and invited her over. She went, and he proceeded to tell her why he had broken up with her! I don't understand some people. Even when I was 18 I had more sense than that... Anyway, she took umbrage. He's lucky he didn't get his jaw broken....