Friday AM

Got up at 6:10AM. Buster was already in the shower. His lunch consisted of a Jelly Sandwich (poor boy says he doesn't like peanut butter. . . that's down right un-American!), Hi-C Grape Juice, a banana, chips, and pudding. As I do every school morning, I write humorous note on his napkin. My mom used to do this for me when I was little. My notes are geared towards teenage humor and I know he gets a kick out of them. He tells me that he shows them to his friends every day.

I washed the dishes that were in the sink. One of the few problems of living in a small 1930's house. No dishwasher! First place I have ever lived that didn't have a dish washer. No biggie, I do what they did back then, wash them by hand. I pay high dollar rent in an expensive city to wash my dishes by hand. As Tony Soprano would say, "Fuck'in tragedy. . wha ya gonna do?"

Made him scrambled eggs for breakfast with apple juice to drink. We talked about the day, he asked me what my highest priorities were today. I told him that I was going to work on a proposal for the Metropolitan Grill. I have wanted to do this for a long time. Julie (my friend and dance partner) works there as the Marketing Manager as does Kathy and Grace more hot women that go to Honky Tonk Swing Dance Night. Although I have gotten the feeling that they didn't think the Met was the sort of place for a steady magic gig, I have nothing to loose by trying.

While I would rather have money. . . I would certainly do it for a swap out for food. Buster and I had a nice dinner there last night. We both had the prime rib.

Tonight we will dine at the Fairwood Country Club in Renton. I have a gig there on the 28th and my contact Ron Billock wanted me to check the place out. Ron said I could bring a guest, I thought about asking one of the few women I know to go, but thought Buster would enjoy it more. Dinner is on the club tonight. On the 28th I will be paid $125 an hour, working two hours. This looks like it might have some potential to be a steady gig, who knows. He also said that we could barter for rounds of golf. That could be fun once the weather changes. I may be broke with no bank account, but I eat at the finest restaurants and can golf if and when I like. I must be doing something right!

Got Buster out the door at 6:50AM. Checked my email and surfed a few sites. Now it's 7:50 and I feel like getting back in bed. But I won't, ah hell maybe I will who knows, it's cold.