Monday, June 18, 1984

All the water drained from the pool filter area and the filter still works. Teresa and Greg scrubbed the pool

I weeded the garden and replanted onions, radishes, cucumbers and some herbs. I am burnt to a crisp again and my hands are stiff and sore from the weeding.

Greg asked me to go to a drive-in movie with him, and even offered to pay my way. I declined.

It's ironic that Greg's Mom and I were good friends in high school. Greg certainly looks like her. His Dad would take us both to school in his car. It's also ironic that Greg's Mom and Dad are still married to each other; they fought like crazy in high school.

Everyone went swimming today, except me, as usual. The pool is the big attraction for roommates.

Steve wants Teresa to move in here with him, but she figured it out in black and white on paper, and with both of their salaries, they couldn't financially make it. She lives with her parents.

I've been lonely today, missing Love, maybe because I weeded the garden, because the garden is my personal tribute to Love. All of my springtime enthusiasm seems to be dwindling this week. I don't want to start any new projects either.