Sure, it’s Read Free Sunday at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, April 15
For the first time in a long time, Assistant Front Desk Manager Q was there when we reported for duty…For his part, Q thought we hadn’t seen each other since the Christmas party, but I don’t know about that…Anyway, he wasn’t working, he was sitting on one of those new, infernally uncomfortable lobby couches and ol’ Sparrow tossed a paw out to shake…Q, rather typically and not without some humor, stood and assumed a formal air, giving every impression of a dignified superior deigning to acknowledge a minion before shaking hands.
Q was still there because Gina and her husband were giving him a ride home…Q’s labors had ended at 2200 and while we seem to remember the new place he shares with his dad wasn’t too far away, he pled lack of ground transportation as the reason he was still knocking around the hotel…Evidently, getting Q home was the most important thing in the world because when we actually got out to the front desk, both Gina and Q had fled – the lobby was otherwise deserted.
The big news is the left cash drawer was off three cents…I am not making that up and you don’t have to be the Treasury Secretary to know that makes little sense…I mean, how do you lose three cents, because that is hardly an amount that is inadvertently given out or dropped…Who knows???…It’s not my job to find out why, merely to spot it and report it.
We’d had a good rest (see Sleep Log below) and we were hoping for +1 strength today in the gym but it wasn’t there…We were wondering why when it occurred to us that Saturday is the third consecutive calendar day lifting weights, so a drop-off is hardly a bulletin…In theory, of course, it doesn’t seem like three consecutive days because we have the Friday nap (FN) and the Saturday Sleep Session (SSS) in the books between working out Friday morning and Saturday nite, but still, three calendar days is three calendar days.
We drove around the small town a bit before workout, to see what the deal on the flooding from earlier in the week was and the good news is the waters in town have receded…In the interest of thoroughness, we headed out to check the creek (pronounced “crick” in small towns) and it was down several feet…This is hardly a bulletin because temperatures are cold again, down from the 60s and 70s of earlier this week, so the snow isn’t melting as before…The good news is most of the snow on the hills north of the small town, which feed the creek, is mostly gone, so maybe the flooding is done for the season…Maybe not…And, of course, the snow from the ski mountain in town has yet to melt and it was the second-snowiest ski season ever, so the river will probably flood later this spring.
There will probably be a change to the vacation plans…Uncle Gilbert – from Ma Sparrow’s side of the family – died this week…Some might recall that he was pretty close to death last year, but he held out and Cousin Lisa said he died in his sleep, which he’d been doing a lot of lately.
Anyway, plans are to have Uncle Gilbert cremated and his ashes spread in northern California, where his side of the family lives, so there is not going to be a funeral…Auntie Silvia, tho, is going to host a gathering on Saturday the 29th and we really want to be there, so we will work on that starting tonite at the hotel…We’ll have to change our Mon, May 1 flight to New Orleans, but that should be doable and if it’s not, we’ll swallow the loss.
Uncle Gilbert was funny and low-key, and while he loved his in-laws and nieces and nephews, that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted to spend every goddamned family gathering with them…The ones he did go to, tho, usually found him and Pa Sparrow retiring to a back room where the cacophony of a mostly Mexican family gathering could be avoided.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Saturday until 1700 Saturday…8.0 hours for the day and 49.0 hours for the week, a lower total than we were expecting, considering the strong start we got, but we re-ran the figures and they add up: not even a 50-hour week.
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The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
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