Beth, my wife, got pulled over today by the Yellow Springs Police. She
was coming home from work and a policeman noticed that her license plate
bulb was out, so he pulled her over. No ticket, just a warning, but I
still feel responsible -- I should have noticed that it was out and
replaced it before something like this happened.
I got nothing at all accomplished today. Hendrix is still off on his
winter break, and so he was home playing with Stormy all day. I got up
around 8, made Beth some coffee, then went to the bank and got the flat
tire on the Pontiac replaced so that I could drive the kids up to the
bowling alley in Huber Heights in the afternoon while Beth worked. They
bowled a game and had a lot of fun -- Hendrix bowled a 63, Storm a 60 --
and our friend Jim Chrissis stopped by to say hello and chat a bit.
We're going bowling with some friends there tomorrow to celebrate New
Year's Eve, so I made our reservations for that. Should be fun - if I
can find a babysitter.
Got no writing at all done today. Read a good chunk of Norman Spinrad's
"An Experiment in Autobiography" and a bit of David Foster Wallace's
"The Pale King" before I had to go to work at 9 tonight.
More tomorrow.
[Trading Places and Jackie Brown. The Pale King. "I Got It" by Gorilla Zoe]
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