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Journal (April 2004)
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My Journal for April 2004

April 1, 2004
I won the lottery!  I won the big state lottery here in Vermont!  I can't believe it.  All of my dreams are going to come true.  They say money changes people, but I won't let it change me!  Kiss my ass, world!  Danny's on top!  Oh yeah, April Fool!  Okay, that was probably the worst prank ever, but what do you want from me?  So let's see, about five minutes after I wrote that last entry, Melanie called me.  I confronted her about how she had treated me, and she started to go into this whole thing about how that's not what she meant.  I told her that it sure seemed that way, then she told me she's been having hard times.  I pointed out, not so nicely, that everybody's got problems and feelings and she said she had been a bad friend.  She also confided some other stuff in me, and I don't know if it will ever be the same between us now, but only time will tell.  I've been friends with her so long now, I would really hate for it to go sour between us, but I won't be walked over anymore.  That's just the way it is.  I don't want to make a big deal out of nothing, but I refuse to be taken advantage of and have it thrown back in my face.  I told her that and she cried a lot, and I don't know where it's going to go from here.  And in some other, absolutely fantastic, news, my friend Melissa came over last night.  We were just talking about her fiance that I've never met.  Apparently he weighs around six hundred pounds.  I suggested the surgery and she said that she's told him lots of times that he should have it, but he's terrified of dying.  A little shocked, I said, "He's going to die anyway!"  He has a really hard time walking anywhere and whatnot, but because we were at that point, I asked her if she had ever considered having it.  She's had a weight problem, very similar to mine, for years, but I've never mentioned it to her (that I remember) because I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  But the last couple years she has been through a lot, and I think it's had a strong effect on her.  Well, when I said that, she said, "Danny, I told you six months ago that I wanted to have it done!  We've had this conversation five or six times!"  I honestly don't ever remember having it.  I've talked about my own process hundreds of times, but I don't ever remember her saying she wanted to have it.  Apparently her primary care doctor told her that her insurance wouldn't cover it.  I asked her which she had, and it was the exact same one that I had!  I went ballistic.  I started saying things like, "I don't know who your doctor is, but he's full of shit!"  So I jumped on the Internet and went to and double checked.  Sure enough, lots of other people had been covered by Primary Care Plus (which is state insurance), so I told her I would call some hospitals for her today to find out about it if she was seriously interested.  She said that of course she was, so I'm going to get the humongous ball rolling for her today.  It's a long road, but I'll be there for her every step of the way.  I'm so happy for her that I could bust.  I remember when it all started happening for me.  I was elated.  So speaking of that, I had better get going on it already!
April 6, 2004
Oranges.  Are there anything more delicious?  Well, I kicked Dad's ass in The Bet.  He let it slip out that after the first couple of days, he didn't really try.  I lost eleven pounds and he didn't lose anything.  I was less than happy.  It was a hollow victory, especially thinking of how many times I didn't eat delicious things I really wanted because I was scared to death I wouldn't beat him.  Of course this just added to his pleasure, and he told me, "You're welcome."  Less than amusing.  So I won, but for what?  He pretty much handed me ten bucks.  Big deal.  But I did have a perplexing problem.  I had weighed myself only three days before our final bet weigh in, and within those three days I lost two pounds.  I was eating so much junk food that it wasn't even funny during those last few days.  Candy, popcorn, soda... all kinds of crap.  The only way I could explain it was the fact that I had eaten a fairly large cup of blueberries the day before.  Maybe the berries flushed all the bad stuff out of my system.  I'm not really sure, but I've been eating a double-sized cup of blueberries every day since.  I've hoping it will give my body a jolt to lose big chunks of weight again.  I'm not getting my hopes up, but it would be nice.  I'm also going to go and look at another car this afternoon.  I've started making a list of places that I would like to go and see on a huge, round-country, trip of America.  I want to travel and see what makes our country so great from the people who are living in it.  I want to visit little towns and do things off the beaten path to learn why this is the best place to live, and get away from the hideous propaganda machine that is our country's government.  I just want to see it all from other Americans' perspectives.  I want to hear their stories and get a peak into their lives, but I also want to find myself out there.  I think if I can get away for a while and be alone, that I can gain some direction in my life.  It would be a quest for the discovery of self.  So the car I'm going to look at today would be mega-efficient on gas, which is just what I need.  Let's hope it pans out.  I also got the results back from the immigration exam.  My score was a 79.  70 is passing, so I didn't exactly shine above the crowd.  Or at least I don't think I did.  There's no listing saying what a good score would be.  There's no person to call to ask what the next step is.  There was a letter in the mail saying that if any of the locations I signed up for ever need somebody, I'll be put in a pool with all the other candidates for that location, and if I'm selected, I'll hear from them.  So I'm thinking that will never happen.  They've made it so difficult that I don't know how anyone could ever get into that ridiculous department.  No phone numbers, no address, no people as far as I can see.  No deadlines, no jobs (even though they are, in theory, recruiting), so I don't know if I should just give up.  I don't really know what other choices there are.  Unless some person somewhere, someday decides that they suddenly need me in their office, I think I've reached the end of the road.  And that's not great news because I have no idea what I'm going to do now.  I suppose if I got walking well enough, I could consider my old interest in teaching English overseas, but I just don't know.  I really feel like a failure because of this.  Maybe I should go back to school.  My parents are pretty much supporting me and I know I've let them down so much.  When I was younger, my whole life, I was always the person in the family that was going to go to college and make something of myself.  I was always the one with the brains that seemed to have life pretty figured out, even as a little kid.  Now I'm broke, unemployed, and work as a babysitter and housecleaner for my own parents.  My mother keeps telling me that she thinks my degree is worthless, and I think she's right.  There was a time when I wondered whether I was going to be singer or travel the world as a professional linguist.  Now I can't get a job at the grocery store because it requires too much lifting.  Talk about wasted potential.  But I don't want to get down about it.  Maybe I can turn things around somehow.  I just wish I had some direction or guidance.  In college it was at every corner.  Now I'm in a box.  I need to think outside the box, just like in the commercial.  Is there really a world outside this town?  I think I'm forgetting that there is.  I lived at college and in Mexico.  I've been to England.  I know that the world exists out there.  I just have to remember it all.  The whole world seems so distant from my bedroom while I listen to my family bicker about the most stupid things in the universe.  Maybe I'm simply not looking hard enough for a way out.  It can't be as impossible as I keep imagining it to be.
April 13, 2004
Not to bitch, but this is turning out to be the worst spring in the history of Vermont.  Every day has just been crappy and rainy and snowy and cold.  Who can live like this without going insane?  Okay, glad I got that out.  So about forever ago I got my results from the immigration exam.  I got a 79.  70 is passing, but the girl who sat next to me at the exam had gotten a 90 the year before and was taking it again to try for a higher score.  So now that I passed, I got put on the roster for possible applicants at five of the two hundred or so locations in the United States.  If any of those five places ever need somebody, my name goes in with any other people who have applied in the last two years, and if my name is chosen as one of the possible candidates, they'll contact me.  What it amounts to is that I'm screwed.  I'll never get in.  After all of that work and waiting my chances are next to winning the lottery as far as ever working for immigration.  Hey, it was only the perfect job and the only career I could really consider applying my college degree toward.  So now I've been poking around for something and mostly moping about my lack of direction.  Aren't I optimistic?  In happier news, I finally bought a car.  It is a 1994 Geo Metro.  It's light blue and gets about forty miles to the gallon.  The car was eight hundred dollars, but I hadn't thought about the costs of registration, taxes, insurance, and all the little things I needed to fix on it.  And that's not even counting the fact that there is no radio in the damn thing.  That is something I will have to remedy very quickly.  I have also met some more fantastic ladies.  Ha ha ha, they're nothing serious or involved, I swear!  We just hang out.  Catrina is like an overly sarcastic version of me with a long history of having to deal with assholes.  I can't believe so many guys could be so mean to one person.  And then there's Meggan.  She's very cool, generally open to talking about lots of different things, but I wonder if she doesn't hate me for not being more religious.  We joke around a lot, and actually had a great (and very long) discussion/argument about religion a couple of nights ago, and I was only joking about the hating me thing.  She's great.  And last, but not least, is Christin, who I only met for the first time this morning, really.  I've mostly been reading her journal and we talked very quickly this morning, but who knows!  She seems cool, and I can always use another crony, I wreckon.  She's going to have surgery next month.  I'm so happy for her!  My brother, Tyrone, is on vacation this week.  He's rather, shall we say, energetic.  The weather has been awful today, but he actually has been pretty mellow.  We got up early this morning and cleaned the whole house by 9:30AM.  Now there is just nothing to do.  And these puppies are getting so gross.  They are in this giant box with a blanket in the bottom, and they just shit and stink all the time.  Our whole house wreaks.  It's very disgusting.  Oh, and on Easter, after lunch, I went around looking for scenes that would show protest in Vermont.  I only found one real sign, which was a "Take Back Vermont" sign (protesting civil unions for gay people), which was hanging on the side of this run down shack beside somebody's trailer.  I stopped to take the picture, but a dog came and stood at the door of the shack.  Another dog was barking like mad because I was out there, so I just snapped a couple pics and sped off as quickly as possible before a shotgun wielding maniac could come out and put a permanent end to my little adventure.  I ended up driving around and stopped by the Moore house because I got lost and somehow ended up there.  They have been friends of the family for about fifty years, and if I had to guess, we are probably all related somewhere back there.  Mom also leaves for another trip to Florida with my two sisters, this Friday.  They are going for a week just to get away.  I couldn't imagine riding that long of a distance in a bus with a five year old, but then again, I don't have to go.  I'm still thinking about my summer excursion, too, and how I'm hoping to do it without spending more than five hundred bucks.  If I sleep in my car and eat in cheap places, I see no reason why I shouldn't be able to manage it, but maybe it's all just a pipe dream.  Only time will really tell.  Oh, I almost forgot to tell about the day after I bought my car.  I went to Burlington to get my two chairs and leg brace looked at and see what could be done.  Everything go fixed at some level, but I also got to go to my college and visit some people.  So many of the old administrators and teachers would stop me in the hall, unable to believe it was me.  I haven't seen most of them since I had surgery, and I guess I look more dramatically different than I had thought.  One teacher didn't even recognize me until I talked to her, and this was a woman I saw two or three times a week when I was in school there.  I have to say that I was very pleased with the outcome.  And the day after that, I ran a bunch of errands... in my leg brace.  I went to the dentist, got a haircut (that only one person noticed), rented movies, and picked up lunch, all while walking.  By the time I got home I could barely stand up from the pain.  The brace is just really big now, and slides up and down my leg when it's supposed to stay snug.  The knee pad on it rubbed so much that I couldn't even touch my leg in that spot for three days without experiencing excruciating pain.  It was a swollen red bruise for the whole time.  I know now that if I want to get walking, I can't do it all at once.  It's going to be a long process.  But at least I'm out there trying.  Well, I've got a busy day with no more plans, so I guess it can end here...
April 14, 2004
Not a whole lot going on today.  I went to Luke's biology class singing a very dirty Nickelback song... quite loudly (*oops* I'm so naughty!).  Then I ran to the grocery store and bought a ton of fruits and veggies because I was beginning to run low on them and was feeling bloated the last few days from having too many bad foods.  After that I went to Hoagie's Pizza and Pasta (sort of my hang-out... bad, I know) and I got a Chef Salad Wrap.  It was good, I guess.  Pretty much a Chef Salad in a wrap.  Pretty much what it says.  Then I ran over to rent a movie right next door to there.  I almost scared the kid, Aaron to death, because he didn't see me approach the door.  I may have tried to scare him (Hee!).  He's the kid I met a week or so ago that also wants to have surgery and he's going to ride with me to the hospital next month so that he can get going with the pre-op meetings.  I've recruited two youngsters now!  They both wanted to do it and I am the lucky one who got to facilitate it.  I'm really so happy that I can help people out with it, especially my own age, because it's so hard to be overweight when you are young.  I know it's hard for older people, too, but it's especially hard when you are our age and have never really gotten to do all of the stuff other people our age have gotten to do.  Dating, partying, sex... etc.  This kid is only seventeen, but you can tell as soon as you meet him that he is a genuinely nice person, if not slightly naive.  Ha ha, I probably see a lot of myself in him.  He's not as fat as I was, but he's probably about where I am now, which is still considered "super obese", whatever that is.  He's a bit taller than me, though.  I was laughing before with Melissa about being super obese.  We said that would be our super power:  Duh duh duh duuuuuh!  Super obesity, away!  So yeah, we get to be the fat triplets now, I guess.  So I rented a couple of movies and invited Aaron to hang out some time if he wanted to and he's planning on riding down with Melissa and me in May.  It should be a very fun time!  Okay, so now I have to confess something terrible.  I'm such a hypocrite and a disgusting person for having done this, but I really need to get it off my shoulders.  A couple of times over the past week or so, I have picked on my brother, Luke, about being overweight, lazy, and eating so much.  It's so gross of me to do that after all I have been through.  He's only about thirty pounds or so overweight, but he eats so much, and I just know that in the not so distant future he is going to have serious weight problems.  I just feel terrible for having picked on him and I'm going to apologize.  I know how awful it feels, especially since I'm still so fat myself and the only reason I can lose weight now is because I've had my stomach cut out.  God, I wish I could just take it back.  Well, live and learn, I suppose.  I just can't believe that I let myself sink so low.  And what is it with guys lately?  It seems that all of my friends that are girls have just been being tormented by assholes lately who will not stop picking on them over their perfections.  Has there been a dickhead convention this year, or what?  I don't know any of the guys that have been doing this shit, but they're giving guys like me a terrible name.  Why the hell can't they cut it out?  It's one thing to be chauvenistic.  It's another to be bluntly mean to somebody's face.  I wish I could just punch their stupid teeth down their stupid necks.  Anyway, I think it's high time we fat supermodels stop letting good-looking, skinny people walk all over us because they retardedly think they are somehow better than us.  I'm not saying all people are like that, but I'm sick of the people who are.  I'm not going to be walked all over anymore and I now value myself enough to do something about it.  I also carry myself with confidence now because I know that I'm worth it for the first time in my life.  I finally feel like I'm worthy of all the things I've been receiving and I'm not about to let a bunch of self-centered, egotistical ass wads ruin it for me.  I wish we could all be like that.  The world would be a very different place if we could all stand up for ourselves, but also for each other.  I better not ever see somebody putting one of my friends down or words and actions will become apparent, and even I'll feel sorry for the prick when I'm done with him.
April 21, 2004
Mom left for Florida last Friday.  From what I have been told, it was a trip to hell so far because she was trapped on a bus for two days with three kids, one who is only five, they got stranded at a station for five hours when their connection was overbooked, and then the hotel gave away her reserved room the day before she got there.  Then my youngest sister came down with a terrible flu that lasted nearly three days and my mom got a pretty bad sunburn.  Boy, sure am sorry I missed that one.  But being here hasn't been much better.  At first I was expecting to be able to sleep in late every day without my little sister here, but the first day they were gone, my aunt came over and started remodelling our kitchen.  My dad wanted to do it as a surprise to Mom.  It is going to be beautiful when it's done, but Mom hates surprises usually, so we'll see how it goes.  But I never realized how much work goes into something like this.  It has really been awful work, really time consuming, and I'm not even the one doing it.  But we haven't been able to use our kitchen all week, either, so we've been eating out almost every meal.  I'm really sick of that, but it will only be for a couple more days.  She comes back Friday night, and the room has to be back together before then.  Last night, I was so sick of the same old food, that I took my little brother down to St. Johnsbury to go to Taco Bell.  I know, still fast food, but at least it was a different kind.  We have lots of places to eat in my town, but they all have the same food.  We have three Chinese restaurants, four pizza places, a couple of diners, Wendy's, and McDonald's.  I would rather have starved to death than eat another burger or pizza.  And I had Chinese at lunch, so it worked out.  We needed a break from the house, anyway.  Then we went to the Super Center Price Chopper down there.  I didn't even know there was one that close.  I might start shopping there more often.  Their prices are lower and they have a lot larger selection of fruit.  I bought some fruit last night that I've never even heard of.  I can't wait to try them.  My brother, Luke Jr., put my new stereo in that I bought for my car.  Finally I can go somewhere without the deafening silence.  That was getting pretty terrible.  And nobody wanted to ride with me because I would sing to make up for it, ha ha.  I also had to replace the radiator and bought new windshield wipers.  I'm all set for my road trip.  I've decided that I'm really going to do my trip once I get my credit card bill down a little bit.  It will put me in debt, but there won't be another time in my life when I'll be able to go.  I don't even think I'm going to make a destination.  I'm just going to have a general idea of going west and see where the road takes me.  It will be so much fun, and I'll finally get out to find myself a bit.  Lately I've been feeling like Dorian Gray.  It's like the younger and better my face looks, the more corrupt I become.  I've just been living a bit of a shallow life lately, I think.  I value a lot of the wrong things.  It's okay to value material things to some extent, but I just want to meet people and let go of my life for a little while.  Not have to deal so much with the here and now.  It's not even that I've become materialistic, so much as I've just become consumed by family issues and living a boring, day to day, existence.  That's great for some people, and maybe even for me some day, but not yet.  Not today.  I have to do those crazy things now while everybody won't say I'm just going through a mid-life crisis.  I really just need time alone to think about life in the bigger picture and how I fit in.  I need to get away.  I can't wait.  I'm really excited.  I'll get my kicks on Route 66!!!  But for today I have to work, or I'll never get enough money to do anything but kick the ground. 
April 27, 2004
Drama?  Little ol' me?  Never happen.  God, there have just been so many weird and bad things happening lately.  First, Mom came home, the kitchen wasn't finished, and she hated everything about it.  That wasn't exactly a surprise, but now Dad is doing it all over again.  Then Saturday, to get away from all of the rather vocal hostilities in my household, I decided to make a day of movies.  I was going to see three of them, but only could stand two before I thought I would become albino from being in the dark so long.  I saw Man on Fire and From 13 to 30.  They were both very good, but obviously the Denzel Washington choice was a little better.  Maybe I was a little partial, though, because the whole movie was shot right where I was living in Mexico, or at least very near by.  So anyway, after getting out of there, I really wanted to go out.  Melissa was chaperoning a teen dance, Melanie didn't want to go, and I even got up the courage to ask a girl from the pizza place to go, but she didn't want to and her boyfriend didn't either.  Yeah, so anyway... I decided to crash the teen dance and liberate Melissa from her duties as an underrated babysitter.  They even had the gaul to kick us out because we were too old.  Of course they didn't say anything about me being there until after a friend of ours mentioned how old I was.  So we went to boring, nasty, smoky, same old Kingdom's Playground.  Melissa was kind of getting on my nerves because she kept begging me for my sweatshirt.  She had worn a skimpy top that showed a lot of skin, but I had worn a tight t-shirt that didn't really fit me, so I didn't want to give it up.  Finally she wouldn't stop begging and I just sort of threw it at her.  I was really mad, but she went to buy a drink or something.  While she was gone I decided to ask this pretty, petite blonde in the corner to dance.  You could tell by her face that she was one of those nice, quiet girls who was always in the shadows.  But she was also the kind of girl that would never say no to a dance, no matter how fat and in a wheelchair a guy was.  Ha ha, so we danced a couple of songs, and we seemed to be hitting it off alright.  We finished dancing and I was going to go over and buy her a drink and try to get a number when my brother got talking to her friend.  She was quick to point out that the girl I was dancing with was already engaged.  How wonderful.  I can honestly say that I wasn't surprised.  The only girls that aren't married or engaged around here have several reasons for that.  I suppose if she hadn't been, there would have been some giant, unforseeable flaw.  Which brings me to the next part of the evening.  I ran into my friend, Jen, who was out with her husband and a couple of friends.  There was a girl with her who was really cute.  She was 5'8" and heavy set, but as I've said many times, fat does not equal ugly.  She really was pretty.  So I asked Jen to introduce us.  It was really loud, and she didn't seem to like dancing so much, but she was nice and we just went back to her table after a couple of songs because apparently she had had a lot to drink and couldn't stand that well.  She didn't seem that drunk, but she kept insisting that she was.  And I'm guessing she was.  After a few minutes of bantering and mild flirting, I actually thought I had found the one normal and single girl left in the whole friggin' state.  Then she let it slip out that a few months earlier she had gotten extremely drunk and pleasured herself (i.e. masturbated) in front of approximately ten men.  She really regretted it, and I think she didn't even remember later that she had told me about it.  So we hung out for a little while longer and we had already exchanged numbers, so we said our goodbyes and she made me promise to call her.  The following day Jen called.  I asked her if there were some things that I should know about this girl and she recounted that this girl was on parole and couldn't go to Canada because she had broken the nose of some other girl who was "saying stuff to her".  And that's a three point shot.  So because I had promised future contact, I went to the gas station/deli shop where she makes fried sandwiches and whatnot.  I kept it fairly short as she told about how she had carved the small tattoo on her arm with a broken pen and a razor blade and how she knows she should stop smoking so much, but she doesn't really have any reason to.  Then she started asking me if I knew any of her friends, and that just about ended it for me.  She must have named every low-life, drug doing, fourteen year old mom I could ever remember from high school, and I said I didn't know any of them, and I was out of there.  Oh, and that's not even mentioning that my little brother, Tyrone, just minutes before leaving to see her at work, had backed Curt's pickup into the door and front fender of my new car.  It was a shit-ass day, let me tell ya.  So yesterday, after only five hours sleep, and sitting all day at the garage (mostly alone) waiting for a phone that would never ring, I was at the limit.  I needed to vent or do something before I went off the deep end.  I decided driving very fast on the interstate was probably the safest of choices.  I blasted my music and never went over seventy-five, but in a Metro that feels a lot faster than it really is.  I crossed the border and went to Le Coq Roti, which is Quebec's answer to Kentucky Fried Chicken.  I attempted French at first, since I can speak it pretty well, but I was so stressed that I ended up just asking the girl if she spoke English, which she did.  I ordered a club sandwich at her suggestion, ate almost none of it, and tried not to think about anything.  Then I stopped at the Tax and Duty Free shop at the border on the way back, bought some cologne three bars of Swiss chocolate.  Now there should be a warning label on their Irish Coffee bars.  It should first say that this is so delicious, you will probably eat it very fast.  It should secondly say that if you do, you will quickly become drunk because it has real, actual whiskey inside of it!  I thought it was just going to be flavored like coffee and maybe some other alcohol flavored things.  It is about nine miles from the border to my house, I was think I was completely drunk by the time I got home.  I stopped at Melissa's house on the way home and can only remember parts of what we said.  I can't believe I drove drunk!  I would never intentionally do that!  I think people should be locked up for driving drunk!  But the alcohol hit me so fast and it was so weird.  I remember going down the interstate thinking, Damn, I think I'm drunk!  But I can't be.  They would have to put a label or something on it saying it had actual alcohol in it, right?  Well, I later looked at the ingredients.  Just about the fifth thing on the list was whiskey.  Unbelieveable.  So anyway, now I'm being completely neurotic about relationships and the possibility of ever having one.  I can't believe that I put myself out there like that, actually hit it off with a girl somewhat, and all of this crap would come out so fast.  But it makes me terrified that if I could choose so poorly so quickly, how can I ever find somebody down the road?  Somebody without issues and complexes and addictions and mortifying sexual histories.  I don't want to put myself at risk for being stuck with somebody with all of those problems, and maybe that makes me shallow and a hypocrite, but I don't care.  I'm terrified of expectations.  And now when I even mention a girl to any friend or family member, it's all "If you get married..." and "Does she want to have kids, because you don't..." and all I want to know is if she wants to go to a movie some time.  I know I'm twenty-two, but I'm not in a big rush to be married and settle down.  There are so many things I still want to do.  I wrote to a recruiter and asked about joining the Peace Corps and if I could do it if I were in a wheelchair.  She wrote back and said that she didn't think I would be excluded, but it would ultimately be determined by the doctor in Washington, D.C., but that there were locations where she thinks they could adapt to what I need.  And it also said on their website that volunteering almost never affects Social Security benefits, so I could keep my health insurance, but I would have to double check with them to be sure.  I would really love to do that, but I do wonder if my mom could take me being overseas for two and a half years.  I mean, I would be able to call once or twice a week and you get vacation time to go home, and even personal leave in case of an emergency.  You get loan extensions and payoffs, free room and board, personal support, and full health and dental benefits where you live.  They also give you an allowance relative to the average person where you live.  I know it wouldn't be easy, but it would be the experience of a lifetime.  I've wanted to do it for as long as I can remember, but a few years back a couple of recruiters told me that they didn't think I could do it unless I could walk long distances, but some of their locations are in cities, teaching English and helping with local business.  You get to learn new languages and really help people.  It would be such a dream come true for me.  Well, for today I have to keep learning wretched Vermont culture by way of cleaning my sister's room and making beef stew.  Ahh, how exciting my life is!
April 30, 2004
Two mornings ago it was snowing.  Today it's about seventy-five and positively gorgeous.  This place makes no sense at all.  But I'm not asking it to.  I'm just glad that I can sit here in the breeze, go out in the sun, and finally enjoy the weather.  And the bugs haven't developed fully yet, so the mosquitos haven't begun their overwhelming attack.  It's now or never, baby!  I'm not sure for what, exactly, but it's so nice.  Tomorrow I'm supposed to bring Penny to buy some more appliances for the restaurant she's opening in a few days.  They named it the Lakeview Landing Diner.  I offered a name, too, but she didn't agree that The Spread Eagle would be as appropriate.  It's a restaurant at a tiny airport where Phish is holding a concert this summer.  It's really small, but it's nice.  I'm supposed to help out when things pick up a bit, but we'll see how it goes.  She opens just a couple of days after a very popular area snackbar that has a long history here, and the airport is kind of out of the way.  Other than that, we're just hanging in the house.  Oh, the high life never slows down!

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