Bill Zuckert
15 December 1915-23 January 1997
4 March
This was yesterday at work:
Everyone glaring accusingly at me saying, "You weren't at the PARTY!! Why weren't you at the PARTY??"
So, guess what? I'm gonna MOOOVE!!!
Well, not real soon. I don't know when, even, so this rejoicing is probably a little premature, but I'm definitely going to move this year! Or maybe next year.
Okay, here's the story, morning glory, my best friend Cynthia (of Seven Months fame) has been talking in a pie in the sky kind of fashion for ages about buying a two family house and renting half of it to me, and the other day she mentioned it again for the first time in simply ages. So I called her yesterday to discuss it further and tell her my needs (more space that I currently have, no more rent than I currently have, built in shelves and lots of 'em, NO MORE off-white walls, no carpets, etc.) and find out when she was planning on doing this.
I can't wait, me! I've been wanting to move for awhile, as I have totally outgrown this apartment, and I keep saying that the only way I can clean up at this point, and there's gonna be a washer and a dryer and room for me to have a darkroom and a backyard and built-in catsitters!
Yay!!
Okay, let me see if I've got this straight...
On Thursday it was 74 degrees.
Yesterday, it was snowing.
I am so CONFUSED!!!
Saturday I said:
"As I read around Open Pages, I only have one thing to say:
Am I the ONLY diarist without a cold?"
And yesterday I said:
"Well, I guess the answer is a resounding "NO", because all I got yesterday was e-mails from diarists saying 'Actually, I feel fine!'"
And today I have a runny nose.
I'm not complaining--clearly I brought it on myself...
The first Christmas picture, 1965,
and the last Christmas picture, 1996.
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