Slept in. Walked the doggie. Lovely weather. Took the kidlet shopping for back-to-school/Maine visit clothing. We rocked! She looks fabulous! Got her some luggage ('cause we never go anywhere - why do we need luggage?).

Afterwards, she went to a party. A PARTY! My kidlet! (Every time she goes to a social event, it seems like a minor-miracle to me). She thought she'd just stay for a couple of minutes, because she was afraid of interacting with the other girls, so I hung around the shopping center that was close to the party and waited for the cell to ring. No ring! My feet began to hurt, so I hit Starb*cks for a Mocha Valencia, and read the NY Times... No ring!!

I went home, and walked Reggie. It was a beautiful walk. Me and the doggie in our lovely neighborhood. The dark, the park. No crazy ex-fuckheads lurking in my subconscious. My kidlet having a good time at a party across town... I couldn't think of a more perfect evening.

She finally called about 9:30 and said she wanted to come home. She'd had a great time. As I drove up to the party house, I saw about 10 girls running and throwing a football (in the dark) - there was one of those outside fireplace thingy's. Everyone was giggling and hopping about. Such a different scene than some of the parties I attended at kidlet's age. Nobody was smoking dope. No booze. No boys. Just a whole bunch of goofy girls, having a good time on a Saturday night.

Today is a whole different story. I must clean this filthy pig stye. I must do laundry (which could prove to be a challenge, since the sewer line popped open, and there's raw crap flowing onto the driveway below... Ewwwww!) and I must go cut my mother's toenails.

I suppose my weekend is an excellent illustration of the Yin and Yang in the universe, huh?

July 27, 2003