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stories from montana Before I fell asleep last night I managed to finish reading White Crosses by Larry Watson. It was the third novel of his that I've read and I can say that I know his style by now. All three of the books take place in Montana during the same time period and usually revolve around a sheriff. I like them, but part of me would like to see him try something new with his next book. After finishing the book, I still wasn't ready to go to sleep, so I popped my copy of Trainspotting into the vcr and got comfy on the couch. It was the first time that I had seen it since I saw Phantom Menace, so it took a moment to get used to see Ewan not being a Jedi knight. I think that I prefer him as Mark Renton, Scottish heroin addict to being Obi-Wan. He seemed more real being high than he did swinging a lightsaber. The day started slow as it always does on a Tuesday. Since the only thing that I had planned for the day was to do some serious cleaning of my house, I took my time in getting motivated. Then later in the morning, I ordered some season tickets for a local theater. A recent ad said that they would be doing both Twelfth Night and Cat on a Hot Tin Roof this fall, which was enough incentive for me to call. I haven't seen either play done live before, but I like both of them. It wasn't until three in the afternoon that I finally left the house to see a movie. Despite the fact that my sister said that she fell asleep when she went to see it, I went to see The Haunting this afternoon. Now that I've seen it, I know why she fell asleep. Some people complained that Eyes Wide Shut was a slow movie, but this one moved even slower. I yawned more than once while I was there waiting for something to happen. She also said that she didn't think that any of it was scary and I have to agree. For me it felt more like a live action episode of Scooby-Doo than a horror film. The only parts that caught my attention were the marble floor in the foyer of the house and Catherine Zeta Jones. The rest of the movie was less than memorable and could just as easily been on Mystery Science Theater 3000. On the other hand, three obviously drunk people in the restroom found the movie a source of great philosophical discussion. They were eagerly examining the details of the ending as they emptied their bladders. So maybe a six pack before the movie would have enhanced the special effects. Before I had left for the movie, I had called to make an appointment for a haircut. So as soon as I left the theater, I headed over to the haircut place. It was the usual routine where the woman wants to make sure that I know how close I am asking her to shave the sides and back of my head. I say yes and that it has been a month since my last haircut. This first comment is then quickly followed by a comment on the extreme thickness of my hair. Every time that I go to get my haircut, these are the same two comments that I hear, not that it really bothers me. I just find it funny. I thought a little more about Brenda today. Part of me feels that only two kinds of men could be with her. Either he would have to be able to let her negative comments just roll off of his back or he would have to be willing to argue all of the time. As for me I fell somewhere in between these two extremes. Sometimes I could just ignore her outbursts. Other times they irritated the hell of out of me. Some people feel that arguments strengthen a relationship, but too often I see them turn into mindless rants that solve nothing and I lose interest. Of course a romantic would say that the right man for her would be someone that truly loved her and could understand her, but I guess that person wasn't me. What I do know is that love is never easy. I suppose it would be nice to have someone around to challenge and maybe push me a little, but at the same time I know that I am doing okay by myself. I also know that with the hours I keep it would be hard to see someone now. If I got seriously involved with a woman I highly doubt that she would appreciate not seeing me at night. We would have a few hours together after supper, but I wouldn't be there in bed with her for the night. I could be wrong though. On a Tuesday night, I try to take a short nap before I go to work to cushion the change back to third shift. It was during this nap when the telephone rang. I let it ring two times and then thought that just maybe it might be important. I was wrong. It was a telemarketer. Since it was my day off I had put the ringer back into the on position. Usually I keep the ringer off during the week to avoid just that kind of interruption. I quietly hung the phone back up when first there was a pause and then a voice asking for me formally.
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