Sunday June 4 2006
Slept in and had given Posh one of her sedatives, so she slept until 9. Put on some coffee and checked the tennis and it wasn’t on. Then I woke up Leslie and we had toast and coffee and she was on call. We took Posh to the park and walked her through there. It was a nice, clear morning. Came back and started to organize some things and I cleaned the kitchen and dining room and swept everywhere. Maid stuff. Washed a window and emptied some closets. Went to the Gap ($176) for some summer clothes and heard World Party in the store. Went to Hopkins and they weren’t home so we walked Sula and Posh to the library and my parents came riding up behind us on their serious touring bikes. We walked back to their house and the dogs wrassled for a while. Oh. And I found my ink pen! it was in Leslie’s car! But Carl called and I told him I was having a sort of crisis. An existential crisis. I’ve just felt a kind of luxurious ennui lately. The kind you can only feel in the summer in Nashville, when you’re sort of bored. But he reassured me, and told me the bees were really about to become big and he could feel it, and this made me feel better! But I was craving a piano all day, and I know I have my keyboard and everything, but it’s not the same. I need to cultivate some friends to play guitar with.