On Facebook a Facebook Friend wants to know what people were doing twenty years ago today. Since 1987, twelve years, I had been on the third floor of a brick apartment building. I wrote a first diary entry in a new blank book that begins November 30, 1999. The entry was a very first entry in a new blank book diary.
Tuesday November 30, 1999
Oh, I am weary of skipping my mind through the arbitrary days events to guess how to start off some entry again – all of it feels like I can begin anywhere.
An old 5-year diary with almost no entries is about watching television programs at Grandma’s. The whole just did not go too far.
In Seattle are marches against the World Trade Organization.
I am steaming sweet potato (diced) in my nice revereware steamer. (Now this reminds me of some of the letters from Scandinavia. How the news information is distracted – in the letter – with up to the minute household descriptions.) I am making Sweet Potato Vinaigrette. Somehow all the historical domestic recollections are so –
(I also noted down the day elsewhere, and that day I delivered newspapers for an hour and a quarter. I spent just a quarter of an hour writing the diary entry. And I worked from two to four at the hourly library worker job I had found at the University of Washington Tacoma Branch. Both jobs started about six months before, I delived newspapers for five and nearly one-half years.)