June 20, 2002 ~ Crap

I was sitting in front of the screen thinking that I had absolutely nothing to write about for my journal entry. I just wrote the footnotes, but could not think of a thing to put in the actual entry. It was one of those days. It was going to be a "nothing to report" journal entry.

Then Li called with the very bad news that her car has been stolen.

I need to remember that sometimes a "nothing to report" day is a good day.

Footnotes:

weather: Hot, humid, hazy.

bookmarked: I finished The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall. Such a beautiful, sad book. And knowing that it is almost entirely autobiographical makes it even more tragic.

writing focus: Nothing today.

observation: I saw the bluebird again today. So beautiful, in the setting sun, such a bright blue with that red breast, gliding down to the lawn.

search referrals: #1 in a Google search for Who needs a pap spear? because of this entry. My guess is that nobody needs a pap spear. That sounds terrible. I certainly don't want one.

mood: This used to say "fine," but now, after hearing about Li's car, it's going to say "worried."

journal land:

"And late at night, when you were listening to the odd click of the water heater, she share an orange and tell you about the Depression. How once, she got an orange in her Christmas stocking, the only gift of the year, and how she ate it slowly, piece by piece, and cried when it was gone. Sure, plenty of candy at grandma's house, but the oranges were always the best."

~ Saundra in this beautiful entry of Headspace.