-May Sarton on October 28, 1993
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The Beginnings – Part 69: YOU'RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN
Saturday, August 13, 1983
I cleaned up the wallpaper job I started at the Alameda Islandia Townhouse. I left and mom and dad remained there doing their own special clean-up. I’m so lucky to be given the opportunity to live there. I know Dad is giving me a low ball cost deal.
I had my car washed and ended up going to that combination Birthday/Housewarming party that Barbara invited me to attend in Berkeley. Helen was there, too. It was a quaint, relaxed sort of party with a lot of Berkeley-like strangers. I found it fun and different.
After the party I returned to the Townhouse. More progress has been made. Mom is does such a professional job with the cleaning. Mom took a break and treated me to dinner at The Sizzler in Alameda.
I decided to drive down to Sunnyvale a bit later to see George. We spent the night together again. We also took a nice walk to 7-11 for some coffee Hagen-Daz ice-cream. We both have a weakness for the flavor.
I woke George at 5:30AM for some enticing Saturday morning activities. He wasn’t too thrilled. He was just thrashed. In fact, that is his usual phrase.
“I just feel thrashed!”
Sunday, August 14, 1983
George made light waffles for breakfast. We followed the delicious breakfast with a visit to MACY’s at the Vallejo Shopping Center. I took notice of a beautiful blond girl while at MACY’s. I didn’t bother to mention it to George, knowing how he isn’t too thrilled to hear such things from me.
I had planned to buy a comforter for my new Queen sized brass bed but we couldn’t find one that we both liked. I dropped George off at the Wherehouse and then I skedaddled home to sleep.
Dad telephoned to fill me in on the latest accomplishments at the Townhouse. I was happy that he thought to keep me informed.
I tried to sleep and was surprised by a phone call from Tammy Duhr! I was beginning to think she was history.
Tammy said, “I’m working in Hayward now at The Donut Factory.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” I replied as a hopeful sign of encouragement.
I decided to drive over to see her because we reconnected so well over this phone call.
We talked and shared our latest ‘goings on’ over these last few weeks that we’d been out-of-touch.
Tammy announced, “I insist on cooking you dinner on Tuesday night.”
“Are you sure?”
“How could I not…you’re such a gentleman.”
I like when she called me a gentleman. I guess it was the way I kissed her hand that made her say it. She had telephoned me while she was at her job because it was a slow period.
Tammy confessed, “I just needed to call you ‘as a friend’ and I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I’m glad you did. I’ve missed you.”
“I actually bought you a card while I was in L.A. and I have some pictures of me that I want to give you.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to the Tuesday night dinner.”
George said he may visit me on Tuesday night but I don’t know if he will actually do so. Nothing definite was planned, so the dinner with Tammy is still ‘on’.
I forgot to call that girl named Vicki Lane from the silly Computer Dating Service. She will just have to wait (I guess). She may not be very high-caliber. Who knows if she would meet my standards?
I just had a brainstorm idea. I want to have mirror put on an entire wall of the Townhouse living room area. I think it will make that area look bigger. I may do it. We shall see.
I telephoned Frank.
Frank said, “I called yesterday to invite you to a Wine and Cheese festival in Hayward.”
“Oh…I wasn’t home because I was fixing up the townhouse. That was so nice of you to think of me.”
“It’s okay.”
“Well, I wanted to tell you about this movie I loved so much called MIDNIGHT EXPRESS. It was such a thriller! That Brad Davis actor was excellent.”
"I heard about it. I'll have to see that one."
I finally broke down and called Vicki Lane, the computer gal. I gave her the choice of calling me in the future. If I never hear from again it probably wasn’t meant to be. I do think that when I start work at Pacific Telephone again I may investigate her phone bill and her address and pay a sneak visit. It’s just a thought. It would be fun to do without any strings attached.
“One dream come true in a lifetime is already a bounty from the Gods. Dream on, and you will be disappointed.”
-Bette Bao Lord
SPRING MOON
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