Last night I was invited over to Val’s and his parents’ home for a wonderful German meal and movie night, and I must confess that I’m afraid I was a very dull guest. My day had started at 4:00 am, and by the time I arrived in time for supper I was ready for bed.
The film was Night on Earth, a 1991 film written and directed by Jim Jarmusch, an anthology of the stories of five cab drivers on one single night in five American and European cities. The film was tremendous, though I had to fight all the way through it to stay awake.
When I returned home, I went to bed and am happy to report that I got the best night’s sleep I’ve had in at least two weeks—although I’d be hard-pressed to prove it today based on how I feel. It is noon right now, I’ve been up for four hours, but am still trying to get the cobwebs out of my brain… so this is about the full extent of the post you’ll be getting today.
Before I left Val’s last night, Sigrid asked me how the chicken is doing (she died), and then scolded me for leaving too many story threads hanging on the blog. Okay, okay already.
So here are a few bits about recent loose ends before I sign off:
As I said before, the chicken died and her sisters immediately began picking on the next-lowest hen in the pecking order. Before the flock could draw blood, I moved this hen down to Alana’s chicken coop two nights ago, and I am still waiting to hear how her reception has been. Her brother—the “boy soprano” rooster we previously moved down there—is king of the roost and is always surrounded by his admiring flock.
Paul Henry was moved to the A-2 Unit at Pendleton, and on Saturday had his best day ever. His mom visited him yesterday and reports that he seems to be doing well. He told her he’d received 20 letters the other day from complete strangers who are wishing him well—and is still mystified by all the attention.
I asked Ron (profiled in my “Nincompoops” post) what it was about his history with she-who-must-not-be-named that caused him to make such a speedy retreat that day. He said there was nothing—he had just decided long ago to avoid any contact with this unpleasant woman and was doing a very good job of it.
Paul David is still living in Marathon, Lucy returned to Taiwan on the day of Jordan Brown’s hearing, and I’m enjoying my solitude here at Estrella Vista.
What am I leaving out? I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Like I said, I have cobwebs on the brain today.
Oh yeah, one more thing… January saw a lot of traffic to the Diary: over 10,000 visitors. Thanks, everyone!
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