I am done with work, done with children, done with psychotic camp directors, done with fighting about sephardic judaism and sponge clown noses, and that is good news.
I visited buck's rock yesterday. it was strange, but strange because it wasn't strange. by that I mean that in the past going back has felt full of emotional impact. if you went to BR you know what I mean. if not, think about revisiting a person or place who has had a profound impact on you and finding he/she/it exactly the same as you left him/her/it, but going on without you. I guess that didn't happen this time because I'm getting farther away from the memory of it, so the experience of going back is not as sharp. or maybe because other places and people have affected me significantly since I left, so the impact of BR is less now than it was. I think I'm fine with all that, glad to have moved on and to be able to visit this place that had meaning for me and feel no regrets about anything. it was nice to see the people I love, whom I don't see enough. really brilliant clown show.
today I spent with katie at the modern, and having tea at alice's. very classy afternoon. I don't know when I'll see her next. maybe by then she'll be so skilled a logician that she'll have figured out exactly where everyone we know fits into the grand scheme of things, who is supposed to have what relationship to whom, so we don't have to work so hard at it for ourselves. that's basically the theme of every conversation I've ever had with anyone, so it would be pretty helpful.
my mom has 122 people on her buddy list. I bet she has some secret circle of internet friends she talks to when she tells us she's writing.
goodnight.
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