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The week a blur. I've been working more than usual in preparation for moving our program across town. I don't mind it, it means more money. Also, the program is going to pay for me to take a class fall term. This is the most exciting thing for looking forward right now. I'm anxiously awaiting the funds to pay for it. In the meantime, I am deciding whether I will learn to write verse or short stories. This morning I walked with a friend, Janet. At some point I waited in her car while she dashed into her house to print something for me. In a neighboring yard, a little girl marched in circles around trash cans aligned at the curb. She had a tape player slung across her chest playing a children's tune that she mimicked with a recorder at her lips. She was content to be alone in her activity. I heard the cassette and the recorder playing that happy little tune out of sync. She twirled with the wisdom of withered adulthoods. I remember being that way too. My mother once asked me what I was singing and I recall being unaware that I was making any sound outside of my head. Second to last dress fitting for the gown I'll wear in Mary's wedding, which is coming in fast at October 9. I won't believe that the dress is perfect until I see it. At this point, based on what I wore briefly tonight, it could go either way. Afterward, the other bridesmaid and I went for a really long workout. Must do last minute shaping. Then we ate too much Mexican Food on Broadway and undid the whole endeavor.

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