Thursday

Today nothing much happened, except J called, I called M, MK called me (to ask for K's number), ho hum. Oh, I cooked dinner, a real gourmet affair if I may say so myself (and even if I mayn't'!). Daddy insisted on frying up some other potatoes because mine were slightly overdone. I was un peu piqued. He also made me clean up the kitchen, justly I may add, but found it necessary to call me names at the same time. I try to take it humbly because there's no point arguing back when he's right. It's just his technique I don't like. Mom is much better about things like that. This morning she woke me up like a cuckoo clock, opening and shutting the door and saying alternately, "Time to get up!" "Time to meditate!" I was already partially awake anyway because I had to pee, but I have to admit it was pretty funny.

I practiced, and found great joy in it. Tomorrow I must call Mr. K, set a lesson date, and find out what he wants me to work on. The happiness that comes with any little productive activity returns to me swiftly. Perhaps due to the checking of meditation. S said that we could play duets on the weekends. I look forward to it. I also wish for school to start so I can get it underway, and stop this waiting, which is worse that the actuality. I hope it's a cool day so I can wear my pink outfit. I never realized I was so clothes-conscious until I realized it!! Ah well, such is life. (Whatever that means.) yes, I am in bubbly good spirits, God knows why, perhaps because I just had a good practice. And I am making headway in my French, hooray.

I must write to Mrs. C as soon as school gets going and tell her what's happening. I'll have to watch my grammar, though. A horrifying thought ~ I never did that for Mr. M. Oh well, it's done. If he thinks my grammar stinks I'll just have have to write a few fine papers and show him other wise. Right, girl? I smile at my bottle of Chantilly perfume. I like it as a warm scent and 411 as a cool one. Together they are yummy and very me as they are separately. God almighty I sound like an advertisement. Tomorrow we're eating out with the As. I'm not sure I like S that much, but I look forward to seeing M. We'll see what happens when it happens, tomorrow. 'Til I write again.

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