3/15/14. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss Fats Waller. It's sad. It's not right. Think of all the rent parties he could still play if he were around. That sly smile and the wit. If someone dies in their 90's people say he led a long, full life. 100 years is not a long time. Even in modern history.
3/12/14 I was remembering when I visited a friend when I was about in third grade. It was unusual for me to visit someone because the class I was in was tracked so it had kids from all over the city instead of one neighborhood and also I was very shy so I didn't have many friends. I had a really good one when I wasin first grade who lived next door. We would howl like wolves when we wanted the other one to come outside. So no ringing doorbells and dealing with parents. I even went with him to his Granpa's farm once. Then we moved. I had another one in fifth grade. We were disaffected intellectuals avant la lettre. Then we moved. Then one in tenth grad, but that's another story.
I was far to shy to be asking his parents anything so when I strained my elbow--subluxated the joint-- I didn't let on. I held it in a weird protective position for while and it was hard for my friend to interest me in any of his proposed entertainments for a while. Then his Mom asked if there we something wrong with my arm. "No," I said and ran off with it in a normal position. It had long since popped back into place so that went fine.
Then I had to go to the bathroom. I figured out where it was myself, being too shy to ask, went in, and locked the door behind me. After I finished, I discovered to my horror that I couldn't get the door open again. The lock was stuck. The prospect of banging on the door and yelling for help was a fate worse than death. I would have sooner stayed in the bathroom the rest of my life.
So I climbed out the window. I'm sure, being well behaved within my lights, I closed the window behind me.
Fortunately I was picked up and went home before anyone else had to use the bathroom.
I can't remember ever being invited back. I can imagine retrospectively that for them I was probably that weird kid who held his arm funny, was hard to play with, and then played that mean trick with the bathroom.
3/12/14 I was remembering when I visited a friend when I was about in third grade. It was unusual for me to visit someone because the class I was in was tracked so it had kids from all over the city instead of one neighborhood and also I was very shy so I didn't have many friends. I had a really good one when I wasin first grade who lived next door. We would howl like wolves when we wanted the other one to come outside. So no ringing doorbells and dealing with parents. I even went with him to his Granpa's farm once. Then we moved. I had another one in fifth grade. We were disaffected intellectuals avant la lettre. Then we moved. Then one in tenth grad, but that's another story.
I was far to shy to be asking his parents anything so when I strained my elbow--subluxated the joint-- I didn't let on. I held it in a weird protective position for while and it was hard for my friend to interest me in any of his proposed entertainments for a while. Then his Mom asked if there we something wrong with my arm. "No," I said and ran off with it in a normal position. It had long since popped back into place so that went fine.
Then I had to go to the bathroom. I figured out where it was myself, being too shy to ask, went in, and locked the door behind me. After I finished, I discovered to my horror that I couldn't get the door open again. The lock was stuck. The prospect of banging on the door and yelling for help was a fate worse than death. I would have sooner stayed in the bathroom the rest of my life.
So I climbed out the window. I'm sure, being well behaved within my lights, I closed the window behind me.
Fortunately I was picked up and went home before anyone else had to use the bathroom.
I can't remember ever being invited back. I can imagine retrospectively that for them I was probably that weird kid who held his arm funny, was hard to play with, and then played that mean trick with the bathroom.
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