June 10

So far, so good. The usual procrastination. And the usual slide on Thursday into Friday. Yet I got some good stuff done.

1965

Last real day of school! The reason I haven't written much is that nothing has happened. It's all review and study - BLAH! We got our yearbooks. It's a nice one - black and gold. Bob, of course, if the best-looking guy in the class. All that's left now is exam week.

1973

Got roaring, tipsy, sick drunk last night. Muy hungover. Na’etheless…This is my last day at the Sheraton, forever.My goodness, it doesn’t feel it. But it is. 

I called Mom…she seems unhappy. She didn’t want to talk about it on the phone, but obviously there’ve been hard times with Dad lately. Also she heard from Sacramento that Grandfather Stennfeld is dying. After his surgery he developed gangrene and pneumonia, and it’s just a matter of time…the shorter, the better. I’m so glad we got a chance to see him, especially when he was looking so well.

I guess it’s time to get dressed and get to work.

1978

It was a better-than-average Saturday, despite the fact that Jim and I both rolled out of the wrong side of the bed. We argued testily, made up and went on with the day. To wit:

1) groceries

2)clean bike wheel (gad, my social life is dizzying)

3) sleep 1 hr/ (Couldn’t help it. Took antihistamine and it made me drowsy.)

4) eat lunch

5) Chinese painting show - co-worker of Jim’s was one of the exhibitors. Very nice, if awkward.

6)National Gallery new building again, to see the building itself. It’s beyond description; I could move in tomorrow.

7) soccer game on TV

8) dinner (Hot dogs and salt, very sophisticated.)

9) Made second director’s chair cover, tidied bedroom

10) watched last hour of extremely odd movie, trying to figure out the plot. Failed.

I want to shed some possessions. Maybe throw out some magazines or fabric. (Ya-ha!)

Tomorrow I must:

Practice piano (haven’t in two days)

Write to Jack and Bob

Plant seeds!! (Lettuce, show peas, basil and mint)

Read French

THIMK! Just stop and think

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That is not a typo. I meant “THIMK".

1981

{Measurements: W no change, H no change, Th -}

The big problem is still HIPS. But I am more than halfway to my goal on my waist and thighs. I really, really feel in control of my body.

1985

And now, I’m in a period of thinking “yes, more…but later”. When Kiddo is 5, and it’s not so much of a rush, not so inconvenient. The year she’s not yet in school would be a mess, toodling kids to two daycares! If only I didn’t feel so worried about potential problems. Why am I so concerned that my offspring are perfect and problem-free, which is impossible. Do I love Kiddo because she is smart? Because she’s beautiful? Or do I love her because she’s Kiddo? I loved her when I worried that she was developmentally delayed because she was so slow to respond. I loved her when I worried she might be deaf because I couldn’t wake her up with a bomb. 

1986

We had an extremely fine vacation last week at Busch Gardens/Williamsburg. It wasn’t very long, as we decided to minimize costs and only stay three nights. But the weather was cooler and drier, which was a relief, and the motel was really super. (A two-bedroom apartment for $79 a night!) Kiddo had a supper time at Busch Gardens, as did we all. Williamsburg was the usual. Can’t tell where reality leaves off and fantasy picks up. 

Friday we took Kiddo to school and spent the morning working around the house, then went to a movie “Hannah and her Sisters) in the afternoon. A very pleasant long weekend, ending with a trip to Baltimore for genetic counseling. (Prior to amniocentesis.) Basically, my only risk factor is age, which isn’t bad. They are going to check for the most common abnormalities. I must admit, it scares me.

2016

My head is spinning. My nose is dripping. The spinning is good; my head is spinning with ideas. There's only one thing I need to do today and that is to finish the article for Vestoj. There is so much left undone I am not sure I will make it. It seems unlikely, but then again if I just knuckle down I might make the deadline.

I have my lively playlist on and it is energizing. I also did play Candy Crush for about 10 minutes.

I am feeling kind of bad for my reaction to X last night. But he was mansplaining my own research to me. In all fairness, he does the same thing to everyone. So maybe it is just Xplaining. Maybe mansplaining isn’t sexist, just pretentious. Must tweet that. Ha ha. Must. not. tweet.

If I finish the article today I can watch Baazigar tomorrow and post about it as a first date. I rewatch Chalte Chalte this week and liked it more the second time around. I still dislike angry SRK, but it was the script’s fault. Both Raj and Priya seemed to get angry so fast. Why not a slow burn of resentment? Why not show that as carefully as they show the falling-in-love story? There's a story.

Falling in, falling out. Like cracking the safe, with the clicking of tumblers, until suddenly the lock opens and the door swings free. Falling out is a Sandcastle slowly disintegrating, losing its shape until it is just a low mound of wet sand. Talk about mixed metaphors. I need to read two articles in Vestoj to decide which way to write mine. Right now I am tending toward my blog voice. It's more accessible and less jargon.

Tarot: 10 of disks, communal achievement. Not feeling it this morning, feeling very alone, and liking it that way.

2020

So far, so good. The usual procrastination. And the usual slide on Thursday into Friday. Yet I got some good stuff done.

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Lordy, how did I do it and stay sane?