On April 18 of 2020 I wrote that by 5 o’clock I had stopped working and ate a bit before walking to the Western Addition. I had beers overlooking the Palace of Fine Arts. I then watched Doctor Who and went to bed after I returned.
I slept all right. After breakfast I tidied and worked until lunch. My ailing mother told me that I needed to come visit. I wrote up a list of things to get from the parents house and went to the cafe. My sister called me because she had to go to the overwhelmingly packed store in a pandemic and was discouraged. I noted that I should’ve helped her but I would have had to carry multiple bags on my bike so just gave up.
I rode up Page Street and dealt with bad drivers - the experience can be hard. I stopped at the bank and texted family once I got to the parents’ house. I helped mom with her zoom meeting and set up my computer in the living room where my father and I organized bikes as a gift to my children.
Mom sat in the living room when finished her nap and Dad and I made dinner. After eating mom returned to her room. Dad told me about the family and texted my older brother. I did some work then but did a lot to help my mother. We did the dishes.
I texted with my old classmate about being at home for the day with my parents and he included me with one of our acquaintances on a thread with songs by John Prine who had recently passed away.
I watched some Doctor Who.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Saturday, April 3, 2021
Saturday, March 27, 2021
She and I Spoke
On the 12th of April 2020 I wrote that my friend let me know she would come get me. I hung out with my mom and as she was working in her checkbook. I set up my computer in the living room. I made mom hot cocoa.
She was trying to make the best of Easter Sunday with just dad by making Easter eggs for herself. It was an emotional experience for me and I was a mess. I shared that I had had made many choices in my life because I knew her health was failing.
Mom‘s vision had also been failing and she needed to figure out her checkbook. Dad was helping her. I noted that he was very brusque and that bothered me.
I walked on the Great Highway and happened upon an acquaintance. He and I had a short conversation.
Back home I had dinner with mom and dad and the plan for my friend to pick me up on Easter morning came out.
After she had gone to lay down, I chatted with mom. I mentioned the time when I was seven or eight when I asked her what would happen when she dies. The question I had asked at that time was mostly what I would do when she died, not where she goes. The conversation I had with her really helped alleviate my distress over her state. Later I settled in for a movie in the living room. Mom sat through a little bit of it.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I woke at 6:30 and Mom made waffles. I checked in on my parents and went downstairs with a cup of coffee.
Later I returned to see mom. We discussed how ineffective change can be. She told me that the effect of change did not negate its necessity. I didn’t feel like I had made much of a point but eventually mom understood I would still have to work with adversity to get stuff done.
Before I left I also spoke to my father. Then I got the bags on my bike and rode to the apartment through Golden Gate Park. My friend was there and I made her coffee. She piled up a giant amount of stuff and we got it in the car and we drove to the house in Alameda. Inside I quietly gave hugs and was quietly relieved.
There was coffee and I sat on the floor and quietly enjoyed myself. Eventually there were “eggs“ as a treasure hunt. Paper cut out eggs contained clues to find new eggs which would have clues in them. While that was happening I hid eggs in the backyard. The egg hunt happened twice.
Later I went on two quiet bike rides. When I returned there were more egg games but my friend took me home. She and I spoke in the car and I listed out things to do, like studying, where to live and a bunch of other stuff. The conversation spread out over our arrival at the apartment. We sat in the kitchen. She didn’t seem to know how long she would be at her sister’s house.
When we were done talking I walked around looking at stuff. At one point we sat in the front room.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
She was trying to make the best of Easter Sunday with just dad by making Easter eggs for herself. It was an emotional experience for me and I was a mess. I shared that I had had made many choices in my life because I knew her health was failing.
Mom‘s vision had also been failing and she needed to figure out her checkbook. Dad was helping her. I noted that he was very brusque and that bothered me.
I walked on the Great Highway and happened upon an acquaintance. He and I had a short conversation.
Back home I had dinner with mom and dad and the plan for my friend to pick me up on Easter morning came out.
After she had gone to lay down, I chatted with mom. I mentioned the time when I was seven or eight when I asked her what would happen when she dies. The question I had asked at that time was mostly what I would do when she died, not where she goes. The conversation I had with her really helped alleviate my distress over her state. Later I settled in for a movie in the living room. Mom sat through a little bit of it.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I woke at 6:30 and Mom made waffles. I checked in on my parents and went downstairs with a cup of coffee.
Later I returned to see mom. We discussed how ineffective change can be. She told me that the effect of change did not negate its necessity. I didn’t feel like I had made much of a point but eventually mom understood I would still have to work with adversity to get stuff done.
Before I left I also spoke to my father. Then I got the bags on my bike and rode to the apartment through Golden Gate Park. My friend was there and I made her coffee. She piled up a giant amount of stuff and we got it in the car and we drove to the house in Alameda. Inside I quietly gave hugs and was quietly relieved.
There was coffee and I sat on the floor and quietly enjoyed myself. Eventually there were “eggs“ as a treasure hunt. Paper cut out eggs contained clues to find new eggs which would have clues in them. While that was happening I hid eggs in the backyard. The egg hunt happened twice.
Later I went on two quiet bike rides. When I returned there were more egg games but my friend took me home. She and I spoke in the car and I listed out things to do, like studying, where to live and a bunch of other stuff. The conversation spread out over our arrival at the apartment. We sat in the kitchen. She didn’t seem to know how long she would be at her sister’s house.
When we were done talking I walked around looking at stuff. At one point we sat in the front room.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Shelf was Only Rated
On March 29 of 2020 I noted that I had gotten the middle curtain and a shelf hung in my office and only had the last one to do. I also noted that the shelf was only rated for 10 pounds and there were more than 15 pounds on it.
I left for a bike ride in the afternoon and rode to Hillside via the route that I had identified. But instead of going to the Guadalupe Canyon Overlook I headed towards Daly City where I climbed up to Westmoor on the most direct route on a side street. It started raining lightly after that and on the way back I found Junipero Serra and Alemany to be useful. I realized Lyle Street had made Bosworth much better.
I was playing video games when I texted my friend who was watching a movie. She wanted to know when the isolation would end and I had no answer. I told her to ask my mom who had emailed my family but was mostly trying to reach my siblings.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and finished eating at around 1045. I got myself oriented and then started getting ready to sit at my computer for work.
My friend had sent a message showing the cute thing she and her friend had done. The pandemic had prevented them from spending time together so they rode bikes to their friend’s house and displayed birthday banners for a neighbor through their window.
I was texting with my mom and made dinner after getting the last curtain rod up in my office.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
I left for a bike ride in the afternoon and rode to Hillside via the route that I had identified. But instead of going to the Guadalupe Canyon Overlook I headed towards Daly City where I climbed up to Westmoor on the most direct route on a side street. It started raining lightly after that and on the way back I found Junipero Serra and Alemany to be useful. I realized Lyle Street had made Bosworth much better.
I was playing video games when I texted my friend who was watching a movie. She wanted to know when the isolation would end and I had no answer. I told her to ask my mom who had emailed my family but was mostly trying to reach my siblings.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 10 and finished eating at around 1045. I got myself oriented and then started getting ready to sit at my computer for work.
My friend had sent a message showing the cute thing she and her friend had done. The pandemic had prevented them from spending time together so they rode bikes to their friend’s house and displayed birthday banners for a neighbor through their window.
I was texting with my mom and made dinner after getting the last curtain rod up in my office.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Friday, January 29, 2021
Our Favorite Ramen Place
On March 4 of 2020 I wrote that the night before I frantically dictated and wrote in my notebook before winding down. When I was finished I also went to bed.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at seven and managed to get out at 8 o’clock. My friend had a Pilates class. The ride was actually great but after leaving Jackson on a 10 and drinking coffee I learned that I had forgotten to sign out.
Later that day, I barely made it out of work before the Pilates class my friend had scheduled for us. She had personal reasons for doing it but I was happy with the result. I noted that I would do it again.
We went to our favorite ramen place and then stopped at the bar on the way home and we had an OK time. The bartender got us a drink.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at seven and managed to get out at 8 o’clock. My friend had a Pilates class. The ride was actually great but after leaving Jackson on a 10 and drinking coffee I learned that I had forgotten to sign out.
Later that day, I barely made it out of work before the Pilates class my friend had scheduled for us. She had personal reasons for doing it but I was happy with the result. I noted that I would do it again.
We went to our favorite ramen place and then stopped at the bar on the way home and we had an OK time. The bartender got us a drink.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Thursday, January 14, 2021
Two Days of Skiing
On February 5 of 2020 I wrote that that morning I woke up at six and again at seven but just lay like a lump. Two days of skiing had really weakened me.
There was coffee and pancakes so I went down and let my friend serve me. I laid back down after helping for a bit. We changed gears and started packing.
At about 1030 our host quietly left with the trailer to ski. I found a bunch of stuff and then put them in the car. When everyone returned we were ready.
The others seemed tired but they were set to go on a quick ski adventure. The rest of us headed back to the city. My friend and I went visited the gondola to the resort and had coffee before we headed out towards Auburn and San Francisco.
There was coffee and pancakes so I went down and let my friend serve me. I laid back down after helping for a bit. We changed gears and started packing.
At about 1030 our host quietly left with the trailer to ski. I found a bunch of stuff and then put them in the car. When everyone returned we were ready.
The others seemed tired but they were set to go on a quick ski adventure. The rest of us headed back to the city. My friend and I went visited the gondola to the resort and had coffee before we headed out towards Auburn and San Francisco.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Saturday, January 9, 2021
Cross Country Ski Trip
On February 4 of 2020 I wrote that that morning I woke to pancakes. I ate and helped around the house until my hostess started getting us ready to go on a cross country ski trip.
I rented cross country skis and we got out on the trail. Originally we were going to Sugarbowl but we decided to visit kid lakes. I remembered some of the runs from my last visit. Later though we connected to a new trail.
I looked on the map and found the trails wandering all over but they were easy. We took a trail to a warming hut and I was able to take a layer off. We had a sandwich and coffee. We took the shortest route back near the railroad tracks and that involved a lot of hard climbing but it meant we got back around closing.
I walked to the house pretty slow. When I got there we were starting dinner. I had a drink as we prepared to eat. The food didn’t sit well so I took a nap later. I helped wind down and then some of us played Scrabble.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
I rented cross country skis and we got out on the trail. Originally we were going to Sugarbowl but we decided to visit kid lakes. I remembered some of the runs from my last visit. Later though we connected to a new trail.
I looked on the map and found the trails wandering all over but they were easy. We took a trail to a warming hut and I was able to take a layer off. We had a sandwich and coffee. We took the shortest route back near the railroad tracks and that involved a lot of hard climbing but it meant we got back around closing.
I walked to the house pretty slow. When I got there we were starting dinner. I had a drink as we prepared to eat. The food didn’t sit well so I took a nap later. I helped wind down and then some of us played Scrabble.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
Monday, January 4, 2021
Walking to the Waterfall
On January 20 of 2020 I wrote that in the previous morning I woke up at my old classmate’s house and had coffee and pancakes with his family. I was still helping him move furniture. After we unloaded everything we went for pizza in town and saw his younger brother - a doctor - passing through with his girlfriend. Later I decided that they would take me to Sacramento so I could catch a late train home the next day.
That night we played Scrabble and listened to one of the nieces play her violin. Later we in to town with some locals. The doctor told me he used to be a taxi driver and would sit out front of the bar all night. We played pool and darts until 1 AM and met some local color. Some guy from Kentucky told us his life story.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this my host woke me with a text and we had coffee together. I spent the rest of the day with his younger brother. My host left for work and I sat with the doctor and his girlfriend a bit before walking to the waterfall.
He told us stories about being a doctor. We took photos of things he remembered from growing up in the woods. When we got back we said bye to my old classmate and headed out to the city. We got coffee at the station and I said goodbye to them. I got tacos. I noted I would be at home shortly.
That night we played Scrabble and listened to one of the nieces play her violin. Later we in to town with some locals. The doctor told me he used to be a taxi driver and would sit out front of the bar all night. We played pool and darts until 1 AM and met some local color. Some guy from Kentucky told us his life story.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this my host woke me with a text and we had coffee together. I spent the rest of the day with his younger brother. My host left for work and I sat with the doctor and his girlfriend a bit before walking to the waterfall.
He told us stories about being a doctor. We took photos of things he remembered from growing up in the woods. When we got back we said bye to my old classmate and headed out to the city. We got coffee at the station and I said goodbye to them. I got tacos. I noted I would be at home shortly.
This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.
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