I’ve started going to Quaker meetings. I like the Unitarians, but I like this too. I’d been meaning to go to a few Friends meetings when I learned to drive, and now that I’ve tried it I think I’ll stay.

Yesterday I spent all afternoon doing physics homework and writing an essay for Government. The essay wouldn’t actually have taken too long if I had planned it better, but I kind of wrote and wrote without really thinking about it. The result being that when I finished, I realized that half the paper was making a totally different point from the other half. So I rewrote most of it until it actually made sense, by which time it was almost nine o’clock. I was so fried I went out and jumped rope in the rain for twenty minutes or so, which made me feel lots better. I couldn’t remember most of the old rhymes we used for jumping when we were little, so after a while I got to using scraps of poetry and old songs to jump to. (German choral music works surprisingly well.)

"Growl-ti-ger was a bra-vo cat who tra-veled on a barge, In fact he was the rough-est cat that ev-er roamed at large . . . "

It’s now definitely fall, which means it’s time to figure out what I did over the summer that was worth anything. I got my driver’s license, for one thing. I read some books I had been meaning to, though I didn’t get to The Color Purple. I went to a Unitarian Universalist service and a Friends meeting for the first time. I saw Canada for the first time. I learned two verses of “McGinty’s Meal and Ale” (which is quite enough for me.) I learned Three Musketeers, which is quite a fun Morris dance. I made a skirt and two shirts. I learned to swing dance. I finally learned the second half of Baccapipes jig. I finished my log cabin quilt and began two others. I painted my room blue, which I’ve been wanting to do for years. I grew tomatoes for the first time. I wrote my college essay, although it still needs massive editing.

Yes. That’s about all I can think of. But I’m happy.

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