Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, June 7
Business remains better at the hotel…47 rooms tonight, tho it will be a slow month…Assistant Front Desk Manager Devani was marking up the whiteboard calendar which lists the groups we have scheduled to come in for the month, mainly for her benefit, to see how many groups really aren’t coming and it was depressing to look at…All of the baseball tournaments for the month have been canceled, tho all of the teams that booked with us still have a couple of active reservations.
The 227-248 remodel is coming along…I don’t know when they’re scheduled to be done, but offhand I’m thinking three weeks…The closet fixtures are in and so are the big boxes containing mattresses and box springs and frames.
I was dead tired at work tonight, too…So tired I actually found myself nodding off, which is rare…Ol’ Sparrow, of course, is infamous for putting his feet up in the back office, but I seldom actually sleep…This morning, tho, I was actually off in dreamland for a bit, probably for an hour or so after having done the billing but before actually heading out to deliver folios.
After the hotel, I headed to the retailer for some milk and I also ended up buying some socks because they have been disappearing lately…I have some zero clue what the deal is…I’ve generally been able to take care of myself since being on my own but for some reason, I can’t keep track of my socks…It’s an age-old problem of course and the only solution is to keep buying more socks…I went all black this time, athletic, working man’s socks from Dickies…Well, the bottoms are gray and I’ve had them before but those have disappeared too, except for one odd one that keeps showing up from time to time…The only problem was I left the bag untouched all day while I slept…I had put it on the kitchen table and neglected to put anything away, so that’s a gallon of milk wasted.
I got a lot of sleep (see Sleep Log below) and had a very pleasant evening…After morning coffee, I dove right in rearranging the living room because I am not entirely pleased with the location of the new chair, next to the front door…Where I really wanted it was on the opposite wall, immediately in front of my desk, where a bookcase is now…So I took steps to make that happen.
Like an idiot, I tried to move the bookcase without removing any books…This didn’t work at all…It wouldn’t budge…So I started removing books, the heavy ones at the bottom first and yours truly was obliged to remove a bit more than half the books before I was able to slide it down the wall a few feet…Then I moved the chair and as long as I was in the mood I decided to get the bookcase that was in The Ex’s bedroom, the one right off the kitchen…She had moved it there a couple of years ago from its place in the living room, right next to the front door, where the chair was just moved from…It had her books, with she took with her, of course, and I’ve been meaning to move it back into the living room for a couple of months…It wasn’t the easiest thing to move because I had to maneuver around the bed but, in the end, it was done…There are now three bookcases in the living room and there were enuff overflow books in them to fill more than half of the third bookcase…It’s still a pretty modest library in terms of the number of books because I’ve used public libraries a lot over the years, but I’m still pleased.
The cabin is looking pretty good…There’s the coat rack/hall tree in the kitchen and the new headboard and sheets and blankets, the new tablecloth, the rearranged living room, it’s what I’m looking for…The only thing missing are new curtains…Recall The Ex, for reasons that still aren’t entirely clear, took the curtains from the bathroom and the kitchen…I haven’t bothered to ask, either, and this one may never be solved and there are still towels covering them…Oh well…It’s a long life.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Sunday until 1830 Sunday…9.5 hours for the day, a fabulous start to the sleep week, the only interruption the usual 1330 bathroom break.
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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