The Beginnings - Part 141: I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD AT ME

One can transcend any convention if one can only think of doing so.
-as heard while watching the 2012 film
CLOUD ATLAS

Twenty-five years ago, November 21, 1987

Mom and I were leaving on a jet plane for Las Vegas, Nevada tomorrow evening.   It was going to be a getaway weekend for the two of us.   I thought it would be a good move to take mom away.   She was still mourning about Dad’s passing away in August.   I could feel the sadness in her eyes.   Our Vegas escape will be a good thing.

I spent the night at mom’s house.   During the day mom was babysitting both Ashley and Lauren.   I took a cute Polaroid of the two of them.  

My favorite shot came later that night when it was just me, mom and Lauren.   Mom put all of these bobby pins in Lauren’s hair to add some body wave to her hair.   She looked so cute, sitting there on the couch in cozy mode.   It's hard to explain but with the bobby pins in her hair she almost had a bit of a 'granny look' even though she was this cute little girl.  What a cutie-pie.

PHOTO:  Lauren Michael Armijo

The Beginnings – Part 141:   
I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD AT ME

Sunday, November 21, 1983

Today was not one of my superior days.   I woke up sick.  I went to work anyway.  I had the sniffles all day.

I broke down and tried calling Paloma at around two o’clock in the afternoon.   I just couldn’t hold out.   The housekeeper was very snotty with me.   To top things off I received a customer complaint from another snotty bitch.   Oh what the hell…

After work I settled in to the safety net of mom and dad’s house and had dinner there.

I tried calling Paloma again.   We actually had a nice chat.
Paloma said, “I thought you were mad at me.”
I was glad she couldn’t see my snicker expression, knowing that I had actually thought she was mad at me.   We play such games. 

I said it, “Well, I thought you were mad at me.”

While I still despise her smoking habit I decided to ‘let it go’.   It will be a while until she chooses to clear up her act (or until I find another act to follow…for that matter).   I guess I simply don’t know what will happen.

I went to bed early.   I had to crash early because of my low caliber stamina.   I needed to re-energize.

“You matter rather dreadfully to me, you know.”

-Paul Russell
THE UNREAL LIFE OF SERGEY NABOKOV, a novel