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01/05/2005: "Lunch"
Ordinarily the staf members take their lunches into the church library and eat there, but today the door was closed. So Mrs. Fibbitson and I went to her office and had our lunch there. I sat on the guest chair and ate a black bagel and a tangerine. She had a Pot Pie Express. Yesterday she had bell choir practice after work, then went home and babysat her granddaughter until midnight. She was up again at five. I told her I had awakened about four, checked the outdoor temperature, and gone back to bed; I overslept but it was too warm for ice. And we talked about how it is in the small hours, in winter; the house-noises, the creaks and bangs of the siding, the water in the pipes, the ducts. And the noises from outside: at all hours there are the sounds of human activity. Planes go over, cars go by, trucks rumble on the main road. Who is flying around central New Jersey in a prop plane at four in the morning? Who is driving down my residential street? what are they doing? What do they want? Is it available when they get there? Then we talked about going to the laundromat. My soap froze. She sent her husband into the store and he spent $14 on several different kinds of soap powder because he wasn't sure which kind she'd prefer. She doesn't like to send her husband into the store.
