1. I wore my new pants today, after letting out the hems and notching the curved seams. I love them. They are warm and soft and fit. They are still shorter than I’d like, and I still tug at the back waistband when I sit, but I am mostly very pleased.
2. I dreamed last night that I was doing some work for someone I know from dulcimer festivals. She shows up in my dreams occasionally — it always seems to have something to do with my musical and other ambitions, and with my social awkwardnesses. Anyway, in this dream, she paid me with a margarine tub of cocaine. Which was awkward. I finally had to try to tell her that I didn’t feel right taking it to sell — if I didn’t feel right about using it myself, how could I feel right about selling or even giving it to someone who would use it?
3. I went to the Methodist thrift shop in Culver today, to hunt for more pants. A couple people I know from Culver love this thrift shop, especially compared to the Plymouth Salvation Army which they dislike. It’s nice enough, but I think the Salvation Army, since it’s bigger, is a wiser first choice for me — more selection. The Salvation Army store is not as pretty and tidy, but it’s not bad. Anyway, I did find a pair of dark mossy green corduroys for me and a pink turtleneck for Amy, and spent $1.25, which is nice.
4. I went to the liquor store, too. For a bottle of sherry, for the ginger beef that Mark made for my birthday dinner. The real deal, with real garlic and ginger and fresh veggies. Mmmmm. Anyway, I felt a little funny walking into a liquor store, but it was fine. The two girls working there were much younger than me; perhaps just a few years legal themselves.
5. Amy somehow got hold of the knife Mark was using to cut up her broccoli (brah-kee) and held it up, proclaiming “knife” (nie).
6. A little later she started crying in frustration, saying “help” (hup or hep). Finally we figured out that she was trying to pick up the drops of milk that she had spilled on her tray.
7. She pooped on the potty again (second time) the other night.
8. For a long time she hadn’t peed on her naked time blanket, so I had taken the tarp out from under it — it makes things slippery. But yesterday she let loose buckets three times, so the tarp is back.
