Thursday, May 30, 2002

There was a murder, right across the street from my house. Not across the street and down the block. Right across from my house. I woke up at 1:00 am. I heard the sound of a car crashing into something. At the time, I didn't know what it hit. Then, I heard several gun shots, in rapid succession. I looked outside and saw what looked like an abandoned car in the parking lot of the convenience store. The hood was crumpled. I went back to sleep and woke up again at 3:00 am. This time, when I looked out the window, I saw four police cruisers, an ambulance, and a car belonging to a private security company. I still didn't know that there had been a killing. This afternoon, when I got home from work, it was on the news: a nineteen year old male had an argument with two other men, he rammed his car into their car, and they shot him multiple times, killing him.

Monday, May 13, 2002

Today, I bought two pair of Rockport "Halton" shoes: one pair of black and one pair of "sport white," i. e., light gray. Thanks to my Mom! I used the money that she gave me on my birthday.
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As a follow on to yesterday: I prepared my Mom's lunch and supper and washed the dishes after each meal. My brother telephoned her from Georgia. I think that she had a nice day.

Sunday, May 12, 2002

Today, for Mothers' Day, I am waiting on my Mother "hand and foot." I prepared her breakfast-of-choice: brown sugar and maple syrup flavored oatmeal, orange juice, and coffee. Then, I washed the dishes and put out the special, blue "Celebrate . . . Today is Your Day" plate, for lunch.
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Thursday, May 02, 2002

Today is my Mom's eighty-first birthday. I gave her a card and an eighty-one dollar gift certificate to a department store where she likes to shop. My son came over to my Mother's house at 6:00 pm. The three of us went to the Piccadilly Cafeteria on I-55 North in the Mercury. My son picked up the tab. He also gave Mother a birthday card and a fifty dollar Piccadilly gift certificate. After, we went back to Mother's house for Twinkie and vanilla ice cream. My son and I sang "Happy Birthday" while Mother blew out the candle on her Twinkie. He left at 8:00 pm. He is to call me tomorrow with his departure time. He and I will meet at Mother's, and I'll drive him out to the airport for his trip back to California.