July 26, 1991

JoAnna takes only one day off this week -- yesterday.  I go back to what I did on Monday, taping tunes from 1968, and make a concerted effort to reach December.  JoAnna takes the afternoon off, and we shop for carpeting for our old and new bedrooms.  We check out Sears, Carpetland, and Coyle but make no purchase decision.

Andy's in a strange mood when we pick him up at Kid's Play.  Some offhanded remark he makes to David has his little friend almost in tears.  I take the boys to JoAnna's softball game, though we spend most of our time at the playground.  After the game, it's too late for Eddie to go out, but the rest of us spend a couple of hours at the Club eating Mooseburgers and playing volleyball.  

July 23, 1991

I'm up early and leave the house by 7:30, stopping at the library to see if there's anything of interest on my desk.  It does seem that the library is in unusual disarray.  Monday must have been a killer circ day.

I eat breakfast -- French toast, no appetite for eggs and potatoes -- at Olde Town Inn, then get my hair cut.  I spend the rest of the morning doing yard work:  trimming the shrubs and mulching a weedy area under the forsythia.  After feeding Eddie lunch, I spend nearly two hours on the bedroom floor with him, oftentimes content to watch him interact with anything he comes in contact with.  He's so animated and alert.

Once he takes a nap, I think about taking a bike ride, but only get as far as washing the bike.  When Eddie wakes up, we play on the hammock until JoAnna and Andy return home.  We go to Nautigal for supper, then after dropping off, the Club for volleyball, my first team appearance.  I play terribly but then so does everyone else on the team.  Self-fulfilling prophecy?  Where is my reserve of self-esteem?