September 26, 1975 [age 14]: Went to the pep rally dance. It was good. Our basement flooded after 4 days of rain.
Now, flash-forward 36 years: I can still remember the poignancy of high school. The dances in the gym at Dumont High or St. Mary's. How I wished to be one of the girls dancing with a boy. [I sometimes was, but not with a steady boyfriend.] Or being kissed in the hall, by her locker. Maybe like Adrienne, a girl I knew, with her adorable petite figure and shiny, cute Dorothy Hamill haircut. But maybe my 14-year-old self, in the brown hand-me-down jeans from my brother Will, felt the joy over the wanting. Like I said, the dance was good!
- Boot camp in the park.
- Walked Sug around block once and on Bradford loop once.
- Gardened a little.