On Running into Mr. TOM HANKS guy

"All the gold--in California--is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills, in somebody else's name, so if you're dreamin' about California, it don't matter at all where you played before, California's a brand new game," I think that last word is 'game." Gatlain Brothers. Love them. Love classic country. There's a station here called 97.3, I think, and they play classic country. Love it.

I worked tonight at my new job (one of them; I start McD's Monday and have given up Frisch's family restaurant). It is with a company that remodels bathtubs and showers. We were at a site at the Fraze, an outdoor concert and park area. I was with a young girl who's going into Criminal Justice. She's going to be a private investigator. I almost told her not to go into education; I used to tell everyone to go into it; I'm not at the moment.

We were sitting outside this trailer of sorts that had bathtubs and showers in it. Who did I see walking past me but Mr. Tom Hanks guy--Couldn't believe it. Mr. Hot and Cold/Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde last week and now Mr. Tom Hanks guy. I haven't cast Mr. Hot and Cold/Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde. Will Smith ran across my mind--and there were no African Americans in the whole affair. That would really trip people up on the identities.

He walked past me and looked at me but I am not sure if he knew who I was---I lean toward doubting that he knew.

I used to walk past him every day for 3 years---and sometimes he put his head down and I went in and talked to him on the 8th anniversery of my mom being "put out," as she always said--"put out." I told him all she ever wanted was to be a teacher and read "to a special teacher" to him. I DID--I did indeed. Sophomore in high school.

When I substituted for absent teachers in the district some years ago, he woud put his head down when he saw me. How I wish he could have always had head up and looked at me with joy. How I wish.

I don't know how I'm going to become the guy in The Pursuit of Happyness. I wondered that on the way home and wonder that all the time. I have ___________ and then _____ and then__________ time to my life---one stint of working a job I don't care for and then a couple hours to myself and then a job where I don't (I hate to say don't care about)---don't know the future of.

I applied with ATandT last night, online. Took their little 81 question personality test.
I am thinking about sending my resume to someone at the Dayton Daily News who always has openings in the paper for sales.

This is not the way I wanted my life to be and it was everything I could do to keep from telling the young girl working along side me that same thing. My mother never breathed a word about her loss and hear I am, breathing it All the Time to anyone that will listen. I feel like the old man in the poem, Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. I think he told that dastardly tale to anyone that passed by him while he sat on a park bench.

Going to take my aunt out to eat now.

Cindy