1-4-97 Maybe the sun’s light will be dim It won’t matter anyhow I’ve taken my station at Boris’ keyboard again. The cat, tonight, is trying his best to attack my socks. Unfortunately, the socks are still on my feet.ww22222222222222223344444444 He makes his way up to the desk and onto the keyboard. Now he’s peering into…
1-5-97 Another Saturday night And I ain’t got nobody… How I wish I had some chick to talk to Another night at Boris. A continuance of the dance of the cat on the top of my desk. I actually watched some TV tonight. I was pretty bored. For some reason, I’m the most bored when…
I’m thinking if anything happened today, but not much did. Ben and Dad are working up in Steph’s room, making one of her closets into a walk-in like mine and walling off the other. That one will become Ben’s closet from the dormer room. His old room, the one that my grandmother stayed in till…
We sent out about 200 Christmas letters and cards to our closest friends, not including those in Mobile. Jonah MERRY CHRISTMAS from the Brenners! e-mail edition. . . (our snail-mail address is: 51 Eliza Jordan Rd., Mobile, AL 36608) 1996. It’s been quite a year…we added a major addition on our home for Dottie (Sarah’s…
My brother is in the living room, listening to early 80’s Michael W. Smith and knitting. I have this habit of sticking my head into his room and asking him what he’s listening to if I’m not familiar with it. It may bug him, I don’t know, me checking on him like that. Sometimes I’ll…