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Thursday, April 15th, 1999

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Last Year
I feel so smug today. I did my taxes last month. I've already gotten my state refund in the mail. Nyah-nyah!
Last night I had a lovely evening with David. Well, there was one snafu over an early phone call, but otherwise just fine. I did laundry, watched the Simpsons, ate dinner (stir-fry - not quite as good as it's been, though David thought it was fine) etc. Then, since it was such a mild night, I convinced David to take a walk with me. We set off to explore the top of the hill that he lives on.

It's amazing, all the stuff we found.

The walk was steered by our curiosity. David has lived in this apartment for a year and a half, and he's never explored his neighborhood (we always go the same way on walks - down to Lake Merritt). We actually went down the hill not too long after we set out (it looked dark and cool --oooh, what's down there?). At the bottom of the hill, we found a little park that ran along Glen Echo Creek (what a pretty name). We strolled along that for awhile, admiring the big trees and wondering over the massive towering buildings along this quiet street. We hiked up a long flight of stairs back to the top of the hill. We wandered there for a bit, commenting on the lack of yard space for these huge houses. At the end of a particular road, right before it curves to go back to David's street, we found a small park. This is maybe a 5 minute walk from David's apartment, and we never knew it was there!

A little white cat popped his head up over the stone fence, zipped back down and trotted down the steps to meet us. He was very frisky, and seemed a bit attention-starved, although he seemed healthy and not a stray. But when he batted at David (albeit playfully), we both started giving him a wide berth, with David muttering stuff about "rabies ID tags". I wondered if a white cat crossing our path was good luck (if a black one is supposedly bad luck). He followed us at a distance, evidently very excited about our presence in his little park. The park is only a small playground, a few picnic tables, a grassy field (which needs to be mowed) and a largish building which I called a community center (I think David simply called it "Off Limits"). I wish I had known this was so close to David's place...I can't tell you how many times I would have liked to have escaped to a little park...but I thought he was surrounded entirely by apartment buildings.

Today is warm. Like summertime. 79 freakin' degrees. I walked to a little park near work at lunch today and sat in the shade and read. Ahh. So nice and sunny out today! I wish I'd worn shorts (I didn't because: a)I haven't shaved my legs in awhile, and I'm not sure if this is a permanent condition or if I'm gonna break down - but in either case, I'm still self-concious about it and b)I don't have any nice shorts.

I checked Indiana's weather. Oh. Great. Highs around 55, with rain predicted now through Sunday. I wanna stay here, where it's warm!

No, I want to go there, see Kellie and Brian and Holly and Mom et al. But there's so much cool stuff going on this weekend! Tomorrow after work our company is getting together with another company nearby and having drinks and playing spin the bottle (I'm not kidding). Sunday they're filming "Bend Over Boyfriend II" at Good Vibes in SF and need extras to pretend to browse their store (and will give you a copy of the tape if you volunteer). And there's a beach party tomorrow night. So much is going on.

I'm waffling back and forth between good mood and misery. There are things I want to know before I leave.
Ok, well, if this ain't enough for ya, go check out my Very First Online Journal entry! I'll write ya when I get back on Tuesday!
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