Aug. 22, 2021 Sunday

My journal posts intrigue me. Someone writes them out, then I come along and read them and think, I wrote this? How foolish.

… W+B. B+A. A+A. All married today. What fun. PCC with K. What more shall I say? Some things are better left unwritten, unsaid. The weather is fickle. Mishmash, splish splash. Some days are songs. Others are prayers. I am feeling lonesome today but I shall be friends with my loneliness. We’ll drink tea together. I have learned Chinese lanterns make me cry. Also, that I want to by 365 of them and set one off every day. The wise are not always wise. Sometimes they are fools in love. Tear Soup is a good book. Feet look more civilized when the nails are trimmed. Chopsticks make my food taste of failure so I use my fingersticks instead.

(At the restaurant, I pulled my chopsticks apart with much force and knocked my water glass over. Water and lemon went everywhere. I couldn’t stop laughing. The waiter tried to reassure me but I was plenty reassured. It was so very funny.)

(K, I am still laughing at you. And not the least bit offended.)

If you don’t feel loved today, here is some love for you from me.

-L