Sept. 9, Sunday night, a brief and quick up-date of things: I’m finding the city of SF very discouraging to live and commute in. If it weren’t for occasional showers at Harry’s, I’d probably not go there at all.
Since I never know where I’ll find a parking spot for the night on the streets around Harry’s house, I am continually moving the pillows of my van’s bed from one end to the other to accommodate for the hilly streets, depending on which side I end up parking on!
The job is going well. I’m getting along with the guys, and have worked mostly evenings ’til 12:00 or 1:00 a.m. I see some interesting women come in for gas and there’s one I plan to ask out next time I see her. I’d like to get to know someone in Sausalito or San Rafael or Mill Valley.
There are a lot of wealthy-looking folks around here. Someone told me that Marin County has the highest incomes, per capita, in the country. And I live and work here!
I called Dad yesterday and he was upset with me for not calling or writing more often. He’s counting on me meeting him and Nancy in Texas in October. The only trouble is that I wanted to work longer than I’ll be able to, if I'm going to meet them there by then. Well, it’ll work out. But I hate to have a deadline like that.
When I talked to Mom today she said that someone said I should read a book called, “Blue Highways”! Both she and Dad said that it seems funny not to have me around. Dad keeps expecting me to come out and mess up the garage with some project. Mom said to keep those cards and letters coming. They mean a lot.
I’m still spending a lot of time thinking about my relationships with women; past, present, and future. I wish I could keep my mind off it.
Sept. 11, Tuesday. Not a good day for me and Old Blue. While waking up this morning, in the streets of San Francisco, I thought I heard either a garbage truck or a street cleaner truck. When I woke up all the way, I found a parking ticket on the windshield—10 bucks! No parking 8-10 a.m. on Tuesdays on that street. Shit. Then later in Sausalito I was coming out of the library there and made an illegal U-turn in the middle of the main street. A cop on a motorcycle stopped me and gave me a ticket. My boss from the station was going by and stopped to see if he could help. The cop knew him, but it didn’t help. I had been in a real good mood coming out of the library. One of my “There are a great many things in this world—no need to fret over the little daily problems” sort of moods. I had to work hard to try and save that mood.
Yesterday the boss told me that he was going to start me out at $4.25/hour instead of $4/hour, mainly due to my commuting costs to and from SF. Looks like I’ll need the extra money.
I meet new people,
I see new places.
I’m changing; a new person.
But ever still I
Feel the light of the moon
Upon me, when I’ve forgotten
Her beauty and her moods—
Why does she touch me,
When I can’t reach her?
I’m shaping my life,
Creating my world;
But can I wish for the moon?
And why do I want the moon
When I have the whole world?