March 2006


Down to Lake Union. Grouted the tile. Put the rest of the cabinets together. John Edgar and I went to Paddy Coynes for lunch.
Picked Realta and Annabell up at Queen Anne. Annabell’s parents are going through a divorce at the moment. Sad I guess. I wasn’t very fond of either one of them anyway. We went to Jaliscos for dinner. Then off to see The Inside Man at the cinema. Good enough.

Off to the Lake Union job. Edgar the mohado showed up to paint. John came by and we all went to the Marriott for the buffet breakfast. Not worth the price. I installed the base with a full stomach in the offices. I put together the cabinets and then sealed the floor tile. I will grout tomorrow.
Went home and out to Agua Verde for dinner. I brought Realta for her Irish dance class. I watched Assault on Prescient 13 on the computer while I waited. Some guy called me from an ad I ran on Craigslist selling our tickets to the Mariner game next week for $50.00. I talked with my friend Tessie on the phone tonight and when I told her I was keeping a journal, she wanted to know if I had mentioned her on here. I told her no. So now my good masked friend Tessie you are mentioned.

Monday 30 March 1981
Noel Maguire decided to withdraw his nomination in the forthcoming by-election in Fermanagh / South Tyrone. [This decision meant that voters were faced with a straight choice between Bobby Sands and Harry West, the Unionist candidate.]

You scored as Old School Punk. Old School Punk as a genre formed simultaneously on both sides of the pond with Detroit and New York giving birth to bands like The Stooges, Ramones, and the MC5 while, on the British side punk bands popped up with such regularity and mayfly-esque lifespans that there doesn’t exist a definitive audio record of most of them. Although some, such as the Sex Pistols, have made such an impression on popular culture that there have been movies about them.

Old School Punk

70%

Bondage Freak

45%

Kindergoth

35%

Mope Rocker

30%

Elder Goth

20%

New School Punk

15%

Neo Goth

10%

Emo Kid

5%

Synthpop DevoteƩ

0%

Industrialist

0%

Which counterculture do you fit in with?
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Got up and left the house early and installed floor tile at Westlake. John and I had a scone and tea at Starbucks to begin the day. Later on when he came back with the trim we went to the Marriott for the early lunch. A buffet nothing to write home about. The meal for two was $32.26. Not worth it. Autumn our server was nice and wanted us to come back. A good tip and we are gone. I finished the tile and started putting on trim.
I went shopping to the Home Depot and then off to see my dentist for a cleaning. It was nice to finally relax in the reclined chair.
Bach home and off to The California Pizza Kitchen for dinner. I had soup and a sandwich. The sandwich was bad enough. It is getting worse every time we go in.

Sunday 29 March 1981
The Social Democratic and Labour Party (SDLP) decided to withdraw the nomination of Austin Currie from the forthcoming by-election in Fermanagh / South Tyrone.

Met Kim up at the Home Depot after 6:30. Picked up a pile of tile backer board thinset grout and other odds and ends. We picked up Francisco and headed down to Westlake to an office building. We loaded the burdenous pile of material up the stairs. Then Kim and Francisco left. I began installing the underlayment. Gluing it down and beating in piles of ring shank nails to secure it for ever and ever. Down stairs below there was a person lying on a sofa spilling out their hearts to a doctor of the mind. I didn’t want this peaceful setting destroyed by the constant banging of nails overhead, so when John came by with the last of the material we headed over to Paddy Coynes for lunch. I had the veggie burger.
Back to work and finished the underlayment and metal edging. Then fecked off home. Had a shower changed and headed downtown to Corke Amento’s office to meet with the Williamsburg condo association. We were putting on our show to get the repair contract.
Back home late and the good woman had cooked dinner. Happy days.

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