Saturday, December 14, 2019
I spent some time with my Rotary friends, asking for donations for the Salvation Army outside Nordstrom: first, it was Frank and Diana from 10 to 12; Frank’s wife took photos and then left. It was a great morning, Frank even gave me a story idea I scribbled down quickly. At 12:00, Frank and Diana left, but other Rotarians came.
My mentor Judith McCaffrey was there, alongside other Rotarians I hadn’t met before. Gary Jensen was there, too. It was a great morning.
I stayed there until 1:30 pm. Then I went to the movies with Steven.
At the movies, I sent Alexa a message. She’s been gone for three days and I already feel like it’s been three weeks. She’s having fun, spending time with the family.
Before I went to bed, I read and wrote for a while. Then I sent Alexa a poem. She replied, said she liked it. It was late, so we said good night.
I slept watching SNL.
Sunday, December 15, 2019
I woke up and had eggs with bacon. Marysol invited me to an event, but I decided to stay home because I had to write. She went to the event with John, who is her boyfriend, Steven, and her two siblings, Francis and Polo.
I stayed and wrote the main novel I am working on. I like what I wrote. Now it is time to take a shower and go to work.
At work, a guy is tapping his pack of cigarettes, a brand new box of Camel Crush. Katalina asked why he did that. I said it’s because he wants the smokes to be hardened instead of loose. She said, ”I always thought they wanted to wake up cancer.”
That was the funniest joke I heard that day.
Monday, December 16, 2019
The first thing I did today was to cook breakfast for me and Marysol. We talked for a bit, then I read the papers. I went to my room, coffee in hand, ready to write. I have an idea of how the next scene is gonna play out. I will have to work on that before going to work.
We have that manager dinner party with personnel from other diners. I picked up Joaquin and Amanda (the two managers I work with) and drive them to Oxnard. During the drive, I thought about the place where I was (mentally and physically) just a year ago before these two cajoled me into getting a job at the restaurant. I am very thankful to be working with them. In a way, they saved my life.
It was a good night. I had a chance to meet more people. The owner of the restaurant was there, a very humble, down-to-earth man. If my writing career fails, at least I will be ok, surrounded by these hardworking people.