Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, August 20th - Miss You
Oooh, why can't the weekends have another day or two? It's just not fair - I'm always so torn between getting all my shit done and socializing with my friends. It's the only time I really have to do either one, and both are things I truly need to do every week. Sigh.
Yesterday morning I got up and chatted with David a bit. He's in New York for Fran's wedding, so I'm watching his cat and, well, missing him again. It's funny to me how after he's gone just two days I get all mushy and overly fond of him. I miss him terribly and I can't think of any bad points. It doesn't help that on Friday I called him at his sisters and got to hear him playing with his nieces, Eve and Dana. Dana is only a year and a half old and was chirping "microwave!" in the background. She also knows all her letters. Smart kid. It made my ovaries ache, despite the fact that recently I"ve been debating how much I really want children. I asked David if he would breed with me; he's obviously got some good, smart genes there. Sigh.
Then Ian called and wanted to know if I wanted to go help build the dome for Burning Man. It involved cutting and pounding metal, and I realized, "I suck at that sort of thing." I told him as much, but then he said, "Do you want to help El mend the rents in the parachute?" (it was torn terribly by 100mph winds last year). Sure, that's right up my alley! Be right over!
On my way over I bought some lovely stackable, folding bookcases that were on sale at Cost Plus World Market. I had to look at everything else, and I bought a hanging shoe rack and some sparkling lemonaide to share with El.
Then it was over to Ian and El's to help repair the huge rents in the yards and yards and yards of nylon. When the sewing machine broke near the beginning of our project, El took it apart, figured out how it works, and fixed it. Have I mentioned El rocks? Really, she's my hero; I don't know any other woman who is nearly so handy as she is; she's industrious to a fault, too.
Anyhow, we took a break and had sparkling lemonaide (which I'd bought at Cost Plus) and talked girl-talk. It was the best time. I miss hanging out with women; I was so glad I decided to help El rather than Ian and Jacob (one of our camp), as girl-talk is much, much, much more interesting than guy-talk. We spent some time fantazing about a blow-up/mechanical male doll for women. El explained how it would be easier mechanically to have him do doggy-style rather than missonary, although woman-on-top would probably be the basic model. Fun talk; wonder what the market is for that sort of thing? Probably bigger than most people would guess.
I got cranky near the late afternoon when Lydia, then Ian and Jacob came home all at once. It had been such a peaceful day, and suddenly everyone was trying to tell me how to wind a fucking bobbin. "Please, don't help." I took Jacob home for Ian and went home for a shower before returning to work on the 'chute.
At home I got lost in the twilight beauty of our garden. David's not around, so it's all me this weekend. I got a little lonely for him, as I picked our ripe tomatoes, thai red peppers, long beans and pinched back the basil. My hands smelled sweet and green when I walked inside to put things in the 'fridge.
While I had been outside, David had called. I liked it that he had called while I was thinking about him so much. I called him back, not remembering that it was 11pm there; luckily his parent were still up. He was jamming on some Miles Davis, and wanted to practice a bit and call me back; I showered humming Miles Davis tunes, imagining my moves matching the music David was playing, 2000 miles away.
We had a good chat, although he was tired. I think he might miss me a bit, too; certainly he's used to talking about his day with me (I think that's why he called). We were on an exceptionally high note when he left, so I suppose it's not so surprising that we're keeping closer contact than I thought we would. He really is still my very best friend. He's a good egg.
ANYway, after chatting with David I had to make it up to Ian (I was late returning) so I brough over ravioli and fresh German Stripe (red/yellow), Mountain Gold (orange) and Early Girl (red) tomatoes. On my way out of the yard, I grabbed some sweet green, purple and thai basil to go on the tomatoes.
So, by the time I got back to Ian's, we just had time to eat and chat - the parachute will have to be finished next weekend. It was a good day - longer than I would've thought, given my lack of sleep. I like having my friends in contact with me. If only Kellie, Brian, Holly and Mom would move out here, life would be at its fullest.
Exercise log:
Lifted weights on Friday - Chest and triceps. Did some abs and 25 minutes on the elliptical machine, which left me drenched in sweat. I'm gonna have a great ass if I keep up on that thing - it's a cross between climbing stairs and running, but with no impact.
Writing log:

I'm currently reading:
Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier
The Clewiston Test by Kate Wilhelm
oh so slowly:
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

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