MYSPACE: [May 6, 2007] A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
[May 6, 2007] A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
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Of course, once the pro showed up, Paul no longer wanted to sell his race bike. He had a blast. Both men were wired, so the teacher could talk to Paul the whole time he rode around. Christopher and I got to listen to all Doug told Paul as they rode around. It was fun. The weather was better too. Yesterday, was dreadful. It was windy with dust devils in the air and at one point, we were pelted with small rocks. I was glad the Mercedes was at home. I do not want to live in Pahrump, Nevada. Cough, cough, choke. Paul liked the track a lot. Although it chews up his tires more, it had way more twisties, which is what he likes best. Doug was a nice guy and Paul went around undoing all he said yesterday. Paul admitted he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Doug was a lovely man and so supportive of Paul. He praised him constantly as they rode around. Doug was very positive. Paul did a good a job and made improvements. All around, it was a good day for him.
I thought more about that camping trip to Pine Mountain Lake. I remembered one other funny moment. My grandmother woke up one morning and couldn't find her bottle of antacids. She ate a lot of Di-Gel tablets and needed one every morning. Grandma Sue was hard of hearing and often didn't know she was talking too loudly. She walked out of her tent and called for my mom first thing in the morning. "Emily. Emily. Where's my bottle? I can't find my bottle."
My mother was mortified. Great, she thought. Now, everyone in the whole camp is going to think the old lady's a lush.
We laughed for years over that one, too.
Current mood: content
Category: Life
Of course, once the pro showed up, Paul no longer wanted to sell his race bike. He had a blast. Both men were wired, so the teacher could talk to Paul the whole time he rode around. Christopher and I got to listen to all Doug told Paul as they rode around. It was fun. The weather was better too. Yesterday, was dreadful. It was windy with dust devils in the air and at one point, we were pelted with small rocks. I was glad the Mercedes was at home. I do not want to live in Pahrump, Nevada. Cough, cough, choke. Paul liked the track a lot. Although it chews up his tires more, it had way more twisties, which is what he likes best. Doug was a nice guy and Paul went around undoing all he said yesterday. Paul admitted he had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Doug was a lovely man and so supportive of Paul. He praised him constantly as they rode around. Doug was very positive. Paul did a good a job and made improvements. All around, it was a good day for him.
I thought more about that camping trip to Pine Mountain Lake. I remembered one other funny moment. My grandmother woke up one morning and couldn't find her bottle of antacids. She ate a lot of Di-Gel tablets and needed one every morning. Grandma Sue was hard of hearing and often didn't know she was talking too loudly. She walked out of her tent and called for my mom first thing in the morning. "Emily. Emily. Where's my bottle? I can't find my bottle."
My mother was mortified. Great, she thought. Now, everyone in the whole camp is going to think the old lady's a lush.
We laughed for years over that one, too.
posted by Elizabeth Van Cleve Randolph | 10:14 PM
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