July 16
I woke at noon today to the
sound of a telephone. I knew it was my father because we had discussed
the day before when he would call. At that time he would tell me if
I had to go to the doctor today or later in the week. I couldn't get
the energy to run to the phone, so I layed in bed and just let it ring.
That's the joy of being home alone. The phone can buzz away and you don't have
to pick it up.
I slowly got out of bed and made my lunch-time breakfast of oats. I've been
on an oats kick for a while. I always get set on one breakfast food and don't change
it for several months. I'm happy with oats, for now. I looked through the sunday newspaper
which was laying on the kitchen table. Nothing interesting, really. I wasn't looking
to read it, just to get my eyes out of sleep mode. It worked, I think.
I finished my oats off in no time at all and then it hit- in only four
hours I would have to go in to work. That's the worst feeling, or for me it is.
You can't start to do anything because your time is so limited, and you have to save your
energy to make it through the night of cooking, or whatever it is you might do. I cook.
I cook fish and chicken and all of the other bad food you can buy at Long John Silvers.
So for four hours I sat around the house dreading what my night held. The time came
for me to go in. It started off slow (by slow I mean not getting many orders) and continued
to be for most of the night. It's not cooking that I mind, it's the people there and
what they talk about. I've heard so much about their cars and women they've slept with
and don't even love. That second part bothers me- how they can treat a girl like that. I
keep calm and act somewhat interested. I don't want to make a fuss about things, not
at work. It would only make for an awful night. The buisness was going slow enough that
I got to go into the back and wash dishes. I truely love washing dishes there. Hardly
anyone comes back and bothers me, and I can stay somewhat busy all night doing something.
It seems to make time go by faster. Eleven o'clock rolled around and I was sent home.
The drive home was nice. Driving home from work always is, but tonight it seemed
even better. It was one of those summer nights that you read about or think back to
as a perfect night. The sun was gone and with that the heat had given up it's battle.
It was so clear and cool. I rolled down the windows and breathed deap the whole way home.
I had my nightly bowl of watermellon and changed out of my dishwater-soaked clothes.
I had to get back outside, so I sat in our driveway for a bit. The neighbors were outside
as well and were playing music I don't much care for, so I came in. And so here I sit,
another late night on the internet. It's during this time I reflect and think of things
I should have done different. I don't care to list those now.
I think tomorrow should be a nice day. I'm going to a baseball game with Doug, Mary
and JJ. Those are my plans. It's rare to have plans a day before... it feels nice.
I think I might try going back outside. I hope my neighbors are inside now or at
least have turned off their music.
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