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lame Memorial Day
Monday, May 31 1999
Originally Kim and I had plans of maybe going into the mountains to celebrate Memorial day in nature. Kim actually had it in her head to go on a ten-mile hike. But I was so wrapped-up with the frustrating task of installing Slackware Linux on my laptop that we never got out of the house until the late afternoon, after I realized that my only floppy disks were all defective from constantly shuffling files back and forth between the various network-challenged computers I've used over the past ten months.
Kim and I had a rather serious (though strangely low-energy) fight this afternoon after I saw her whimsically defacing a book. I've often been unnerved by how she manhandles her books but in this case the book wasn't even her's. "That's not your book!" I shouted at her. She was dismayed that I was suddenly being such a materialist, caring at all about the physical integrity of a lousy book. This was a side of me she'd never seen before and she came back with a line something like, "If I'd known you were this way, I would have..." She didn't finish; I leapt in and accused her, as I have often before, of being a spoiled rich girl who has never had to worry about possessions surviving for the long haul.
I never prepare any foods or do any cleaning around the house. Kim takes care of it all. About all I have to do is put the toilet seat down; for some reason her having to put it down herself is something she considers a gross imposition. But I'm getting sidetracked. Today Kim thought that for once I should cook dinner. She sent me into the Appletree on a mission to get things I might be able to cook. I emerged with chicken breasts and traditional Mexican taco-making supplies.
Not being especially hungry, as dinner time approached, I never snapped into cooking-mode. I simply don't have that mode. Kim ended up doing nearly all the food preparation herself. About all I did was devise a scheme to catch dripping chicken grease to prevent the apartment from filling with acrid grease smoke.
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