Doug called about school this evening.
I wrote a short story with 200 more titles in it! It was fun and I hope to do more like that.
Somebody took 2 of the 3 cans I put out last night and now today we're out of bags. I broke my work record though. Previously 35 minutes, it's now 27!
I finally saw SILENT RUNNING on TV.
Looked up Debbie's phone number. Maybe I'll call her on Monday.
NOTES: SILENT RUNNING was a not quite successful attempt at a serious sci-fi movie saved by a partly solo performance by the great Bruce Dern.
I DREAM OF JEANNIE was, of course, the classic sixties sitcom with Barbara Eden and Larry Hagman. I'm definitely more a BEWITCHED guy myself but I've had my Jeannie periods, too!
And HEY! 15 year old me! That Debbie thing is over, dude! Ya'll were just kids! Move on!
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In 6th grade, a girl moved next door to me. She was a year younger, but we were crazy about each other. We hung out every day that summer and shared our first kiss. She moved away as well and I continued to pine for her. A couple years later, she called me out of the blue. But in talking to her, she seemed to have changed so much, I was crushed, although she obviously still had something for me. Again, several years later, she showed up at my house (she had family down the street from me). I was mowing our lawn, but she invited me to come down to see her. I was so scared, I didn't go. I wish I had. Then about 20 years later, I saw her again at that family's father's funeral. I had been married for a decade by that point and while I was glad to see her and catch up on life, she seemed to feel awkward and embarrassed to see me. I would have liked to have reminisced with her. Whenever I hear The Moody Blues song "In Your Wildest Dreams", I think of her.
I couldn't resist Googling my old girlfriend. She passed away 2 years ago from heart attack.
Sorry about your old girlfriend. A couple of years ago, I actually contacted Debbie! We got together and spent a Saturday morning walking through the neighborhood where we grew up, just reminiscing.
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