April 28, 2002
The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s.
“Wars and temper tantrums are the makeshift of ignorance…” – Joseph Campbell
Rot iron tables and chairs line the brick sidewalk. The swamp trees that grow down here drape casually over the patio, shading the tables from the sun.
I am taking a break here and getting something to eat. It is a place we frequent when Uptown. I have decided on a Cajun burger, and I hope it does not make me sick.
I just hung up with Eli. He is a bit cross with me because I assumed he was not telling his job he was leaving until the last minute. I informed him we would be going the weekend of the 13th when the truck is available. But this is something he was already aware of. Why he is this cross is beyond me, when in reality, I have no thought for what he tells his work. His words, “Well, I have decided to tell them, but probably not today; it will have to be the 13th.”
In reality, it is when the truck is available, and it could not be soon enough. It is as simple as that.