-Stendhal
THE RED AND THE BLACK
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 11, 1987
Monday
Work was a breeze. Steve Adam is gone and Paul is his stand-in. I just despise the Paul Margolis attitude. Nikki walks in now and then to make things seem a little better.
Carla, of course, called in for a sick day. She’s too much.
She did confide in me, “Michael, I’ve been thinking of quitting. I only get one-thousand dollars a month and I don’t feel I need to work.”
I was a little envious.
Eileen called me while I was at work.
I said, “You can expect an in-depth letter from me soon. I wrote it last night.”
“What did you write?”
“Well, you’ll see.”
I wrote that she needs to make a choice. It’s either me or Katrina. I want more. I want to get serious. Does she?
PHOTO: Eileen Grabinsky
Danny Garcia woke me. He wants to get together and we may meet up this coming Wednesday night. We shall see.
I received travel information and brochures for London. It’s interesting. I do want to go there in November.
I did about an hour of aerobics exercise. I biked for half an hour. I drove to my gym in San Leandro. Stewart was there. Angel was there, too. I lost 166 calories according to the rowing machine workout.
I stopped at the store and bought some almonds and six diet sodas along with a box of Vanilla Wafers. I started to watch Joan Rivers on the Tonight Show but it seemed boring, so I switched to a video that was also boring. It was perfect for allowing me to fall asleep. I went to bed. Yawn.
Craving vanilla…
A large bar of vanilla bath soap, sitting in an antique porcelain dish, acts as an aromatic beacon. While I steep in waves of vanilla, a friend brings me a vanilla cream seltzer, followed by a custard made with vanilla beans that have come all the way from Madagascar.
-Diane Ackerman
A NATURAL HISTORY OF THE SENSES
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