The Visible Woman...March 16, 2003

Dad and I are ready early. So we call my aunt and uncle and meet them at IHOP. I have an English muffin, some jam, some bacon. We say goodbye and go back to the motel to check out. The place is so cheap that the office doesn't open until nine on Sunday. Should have paid in advance. Oh, well, shortly they are open and I pay. Even with taxes, this place was only $118 per room for three nights. Not bad. When I'm with my dad I try a little harder to save money. He'll pay me back for his room. He likes to stay straight with me and I like to do the same with him.

The drive home is uneventful. He drives to West, I drive the rest. I only get coffee at West. I am...too..full..from the whole weekend.

I unpack a little and organize SuRu, Gayle and FFP to go see The Pianist. It's a great movie but it's hard to talk about it. We go to the buffet place across the street and have sushi, spring rolls, mussels, and various stuff with some rice and a beer.

At home we watched a new edition of Six Feet Under which was OK, not great and a very stupid movie about a transsexual called Normal. I have every sympathy for the transsexual or anyone with such complex issues but if you want to see a good flick about it see Flawless with my favorite actor, Phillip Seymour Hoffman.

It's good to be home.

			home again Dad and I are ready early. So we call my aunt and uncle and meet them at IHOP. I have an English muffin, some jam, some bacon. We say goodbye and go back to the motel to check out. The place is so cheap that the office doesn't open until nine on Sunday. Should have paid in advance. Oh, well, shortly they are open and I pay. Even with taxes, this place was only $118 per room for three nights. Not bad. When I'm with my dad I try a little harder to save money. He'll pay me back for his room. He likes to stay straight with me and I like to do the same with him. The drive home is uneventful. He drives to West, I drive the rest. I only get coffee at West. I am...too..full..from the whole weekend. I unpack a little and organize SuRu, Gayle and FFP to go see The Pianist. It's a great movie but it's hard to talk about it. We go to the buffet place across the street and have sushi, spring rolls, mussels, and various stuff with some rice and a beer. At home we watched a new edition of Six Feet Under which was OK, not great and a very stupid movie about a transsexual called Normal. I have every sympathy for the transsexual or anyone with such complex issues but if you want to see a good flick about it see Flawless with my favorite actor, Phillip Seymour Hoffman. It's good to be home.

	lost time on Soco "On several occasions I have actually read parts of my diary aloud to someone. But too much 'publicity' is destructive to a diary, because the diarist begins, unconsciously perhaps, to leave out, to tone down, to pep up, to falsify experience, and the reason for the undertaking becomes buried beneath posings." Gail Godwin, A Diarist on Diarists
	JUST TYPING There is nothing like home. But you have to leave. To find it.

Sunday, March 16, 2003