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Sunday, December 12, 2004

 
Hello. It’s Sunday so here’s the 7.

1) What are you wearing?

Blue sweatshirt with a Los Angeles Dodgers logo on the front (this in protest of the Dodgers signing Jeff Kent, a surly redneck who ranks as one of my least favorite baseball players, to a free agent contract; Jeff Kent’s only redeeming quality is that he once fought then-teammate Barry Bonds, who is my VERY LEAST favorite player; the Dodgers just can’t seem to figure things out -- they dump their two biggest jerk stars, Gary Sheffield and Kevin Brown, finally win a division title and then agree to pay another clubhouse cancer millions of dollars; I’ve been a Dodger fan since the days of Peewee Reese -- I, too, was once an under-sized shortstop -- but I don’t know how much longer I can tolerate these idiotic personnel moves). Black London Underground souvenir t-shirt. Khaki slacks (I’ve had to forsake jeans because my quack sliced a mole/wart/pencil eraser or something off my thigh a week ago, and tight denim irritates the scab egregiously). White Adidas sox. (sorry, Phil). Sweatboots.

2) What are you reading?

Nothing, dammit! I predicted this might happen, remember? Caught up in a short-attention-span reading loop with three books, I lost focus on all three and tried jumping to a fourth but failed. The last thing I managed to read in its entirety was an essay in a children’s book about kings and queens of England written by Jane Austen when she was 14 years old. Jane Austen! Fourteen! Peoria Dave normally can’t stand the stuff Jane Austen wrote as an adult, let alone as a teenybopper! It has come to this. Arrgh!

3) What’s for dinner?

Take-out food, I’m betting. Resident chef/wife Cookie Jean suffered a back spasm yesterday and can barely climb out of a chair, so I’m not expecting any complicated maneuvering in the kitchen today.

4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?

A literary magazine out of the Seattle area, Pangolin Papers, published one of my dynamic short stories, “Just Me Emily.” I expect this to bring a wave of fame and riches in my direction. What? You never heard of Pangolin Papers? Well, it’s not exactly the New Yorker, but . . .

5) What’s bugging you?

Nothing. I am the soul of equanimity. So there.

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Passadunkeag, Maine.

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

I agree with Woody Allen, who said: "My one regret in life is that I am not someone else."





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