October 26, 2018

Students bring Rice Krisipies treats studded with Froot Loops for breakfast. 

Had anticipated all week and prepared much of the day for Jason’s visit this afternoon. Bought a variety of teas, assuming that his recent rehab experiences would make wine a bad choice. Sat downstairs waiting. Of course he didn’t come, didn’t indicate that he wasn’t coming. That is such an invariable in my life I have to explain to myself why it takes me by surprise every single time. That I am simply not regarded by others seems a fairly scientific conclusion. Afterwards I was too disheartened even to climb the stairs and try to do some work. Too much TV, sitting in the wrong position on the couch.

A comment on Facebook about pizza made me remember going to the drive-in in the 50's, seeing and smelling pizza there for the first time and asking dad if we could have some. “No,” said he, “that’s low class. It’s only for Italians.”