4/2001.
0054 hrs. Hot.
Column not done. Hot. It's hot. Should I turn in? Should I turn in now?
Should I? Should? I?
1640 hrs.
Then in the morning it was overcast and cool. And now it's hot again. Sat
in David/Carole's yard watching kids get wet, dog go wild. Now here. Later:
there. More Lopez Beatles lyrics for you all: TWHMTC,
and that ice cream truck song.
5/2001.
0652 hrs. More
backyarding last night chez les Koneff. Saw the big country club fireworks
from afar but near afar. Little illegal fireworks seen even closer. Up
and down the smokey street. Then up until now. Morning now. Light out.
Bird tweet. No sleep. There is Elsa on a box, shedding. Coffee in my future?
Back to work.
8/2001.
The 50th anniversary
of my parents Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd. Wondrous and strange.
20/2001.
The Neko kitchen
recording is covered
at length on rollingstone.com.
22/2001.
A perfectly perfect
spider web in the kitchen window. Sarah made peach ice cream, planted real
vegetable plants in the courtyard treeless since beginning of summer. Thumbtacked
last note from Deirdre (re Paris hotels) to homeoffice wall. Last night
went downtown for groovy free music show took subway back. I am barefoot.
31/2001.
0154 hrs.
CVS in town Saturday for IPO thingy. Who should come walking down Melrose
Avenue but Dave Rave. Wednesday Week too on bill, Heidi Kristi Kelly looking
like not a minute has passed in umpteen (exactly) years. Mrs. Callen who
was Ma Kent in the house I mean the club. Then Sunday morning in the yard
with the neighbors and the old neighbors eating waffles and such. Then
Sunday afternoon at Steve and Mary's the new house with the Silverlake
view for the Steve and Linda party and Kevin there and Kirk there and Gary
there and Gary there and Shelley there and Chris there and Tom and Suzanne
there and Willie and Giovanni there and some people I didn't know there
and I ate too much too fast and Sarah picked plums. And Dennis there. But
not the Dennis girls, a disappointment. But the only disappointment. Friendly
loveliness and excellent weather. Stayed late. Now is the next day or really
the day after the next day technically but not practically. Bedtime!