The USPS people in Hawaii were able to right its course, so Susie received her gift, albeit a little later than I hoped. There were two gifts in the padded envelope. One was a spiral Beatles notebook (which Susie says will either be her next journal or an idea notebook). The other was a black T-shirt from Records Per Minute, one of the many eclectic record stores (very minimal inventory of compact disks and cassette tapes) that I haunt, and to which I have brought Susie.
|I gave Susie the notebook on the left. All four of these choices are available from The Fab Four Store.|
I was briefly tempted to buy one for myself, so as to continue my own diary, but I am using a large bound legal ledger right now. I told myself that once I turned 50, I would use these books as diaries, instead of the Dollar Store composition books I've used for the past decade or so.
I am home from Fritz the Nite Owl's showing of Halloween (1978). Hate to cut it short, but it is past 3:30 in the morning, and the caffeine I had at Studio 35 has long ago worn off. I realized that I had been quite unfair to my readers, leaving you dangling about what Susie received for her birthday. So, now that we're all breathing again, I will post this entry and crawl toward the bed.