Wednesday, May 28, 1997

Andy will be calling any minute now. He left me a message saying he had to do some errands, but then he wanted to tell me all about the fantastic night he had last night. I left him a message back saying that that’d be fine, but that since I’ll have just talked to him, I’ll call him next week. Hopefully, he’ll take the hint; that he just calls too damn much. He, like many people, though, can be such opposite doers. You ask them not to do something, but then they do it, anyway.

I quit feeding the birds today. It’ll be hard. I’ll especially miss Measles, but this way, even though Tom said the choice is strictly mine, I won’t always have to deal with their mess, de-dutying, etc. It’ll take a while for them to go away, but in time, I may also be able to skate out there on the patio, too.

I saw a girl at Walmart when we were there and she had beautiful long hair. She told me to switch shampoos constantly if I want to help reduce the fuzzies. I’ve heard of this, too; that hair gets too used to and immune to the same shampoo if it’s used repeatedly for so long, so I got some Pantene. I’ll rotate between that and the Vidal Sassoon I’ve been using for years now.

Now it’s a few minutes after 3:00 and I knew it. Andy’s always late with phone calls and visits. So, I’ll really hear from him between 4:00 - 6:00.

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