I met Miss Kitty and her younger son Dansan last night for dinner (Polyester did not attend). I had a headache from the terrible chemical smell in Old Navy, but we had a good time. I got a call from Maddy when I got home. It was good to talk to him. We have both been so busy lately that we haven’t had much time for our long chats and I miss that, but I guess we keep in pretty good contact even still. When I went upstairs after chatting with Maddy, Dansan was making soup, which I thought was kind of weird after eating such a big meal.

I left and went for a walk. I wanted to turn at this one corner and there were about five deer standing there. I wasn’t really sure what to do because I didn’t want to spook them and I didn’t want them to charge me or anything either. Four of them jumped and scampered off, but the fifth one just stayed there chomping away on the grass and looking at me with a lazy jaded stare. It finally mosied its way across the road and I continued my walk.

I walked past this very elegant brick lakefront home and I noticed a guy in the upstairs window. I saw him look at me and then drop down so only his head was above the sill. I guess he thought I didn’t see him. I don’t think I mentioned how Kitty and I highlighted our hair the other night—mine turned out to be mainly blonde with streaks of caramel. I’m thinking that I don’t really like it, but everyone else does (my mom won’t, but she hasn’t seen it yet). So anyway, I think that on the Y chromosome there is something that short circuits the brain when they see blonde hair—I don’t really want that power.

So after my walk and a shower, Dansan called me to eat some soup. It was very good. He was also massaging my shoulders a little. That was good too, but a little confusing. I have been a little confused by him in the past, but I have decided not to be confused by boys anymore. They can be confused.

Stone called me around 10. He told me all about his bad day and I listened and empathized. His day did sound kind of rotten. I told him how my day started out and he told me that I had a worse day. I didn’t really feel like I had a worse day. I mentioned how Dansan had made chicken soup and he immediately told me how he makes great chicken soup. I found that weird. I’m thinking that he feels very unsure of where he stands with me. I’m thinking that’s his problem.

Well, I’m heading to my parents’ house today for my sister’s reception tomorrow. It ought to be very interesting. I’m sure I will be heading into a circus.

Love to all.