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Retro Diary Enquiry: 16th August 1990

16/08/2013

RDE16.08.90CoverPlucking out a diary at random from my pocket-size-diaries’ box, I enjoy the tactile surprise of faux leather ( in hot pink ) of the slightly-larger-than-usual 1990 model with gold-foil-stamped digits worn away from frenetic 364-day journalling…

August 16th (as Americans would have it) also fell on a Thursday (as today, 16.08.13) and finds me waking early in the northern California suburb of Newark; I’m staying at my partner’s sister’s house – complete with swimming pool in the back yard.  A “depressive” grey start to the day turns to afternoon sunshine and I swim turtle-like in the chlorine-y, turquoise not-quite-depths before starting to read Russell Hoban’s ‘Turtle Diaries’ in a paperback that has been given to me by a London buddy. (This lovely story was made into a film starring Ben Kingsley & Glenda Jackson, and with Michael Gambon: trailer’d here…)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZanAPKDUuo

RDE16.08.90EntryThat day I also drive my host’s Honda to Target: a store that my partner pronounces ‘Tar-jay’ – in similar (but opposing ) vein to his calling Neiman Marcus ‘Needless MarkUp’…  If this was my first drive on US soil since arriving at the start of August, then when did I drive the gold Cadillac (purchased for me by brother-in-law) whose engine blew up within hundreds of meters of the house??  Memory fails me…

But what of any clues to my current experience of self from all those 23 years ago?? Well, I’m (then) in a happily-A-sexual-mostly partnership with another bi-person in CA state which – as oppose to Britain – is more inclusive of bi- with L&G-homosexuality.  I’m depressive (as usual) and staving off panic ( as usual – in the days BM  [before medication] ) and watching comedy TV of-an-evening to still my troubled mind…

My partner thinks of me as a ‘saving angel’ (sometimes)… so is this a bi-lateral sub-conscious reference to my Andro traits/qualities (as in androgyne cherubim&seraphim of the angelic realms)??  Probably not.  I’m certainly not so ‘angelic’ that I will drive him to the gym at 6.00am – as I seem to recall!  And, this relationship is doomed to go the way of all others: ‘down the pan’…

RDEGermanShepherdSadly missing from this picture is the German Shepherd of the house; this buddy has joined the canine cherubic realms following decline with cancer.  A year previously, I had left brother-in-law with a portable electro-crystal-therapy device – complete with crystals-filled test-tube (through which are pulsed battery-voltage electro-magnetic frequencies) to apply to the dog’s tumour area; he says that the dog’s final months were good ones and that he attributes that to the e-c-t* (not to be confused with ECT…)  He also mentions that he occasionally now applies the wand to his trousered nether regions – and lo-and-behold (he and) sister become pregnant after trying for 10+ years!  *see more here now…

http://www.electrocrystal.com/electrocrystals.html

O Universe, how you do move (and explode) in mysterious ways!

More anon: another diary, another date…

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