3 glasses of beer.
Peter called Elissa Ingraham + located his copy of Tchin Tchin. She said she’d leave it in her mailbox for us. We called Timmy. May see him tomorrow-then we all left for the beach. Saul rented a fishing pole. He + Peter fished while Mary + I lay in the sun. The water was lovely but there was a riptide so Mary didn’t go in. No luck with the fishing. My back got quite a burn. We went to the oar house for an hour or so + had some beer. Then home. Mary + Saul out for dinner. I lay on the bed + napped for a while + read. Peter went out to get Tchin Tchin + then he went to the Mexican restaurant for supper. I stayed home with some yogurt. The luxury of being alone is immense. Sid Michaels’ Tchin Tchin is so different from the other translation it’s like day + night. I love his version. I finished the castle + blocked it. Measured our windows0sometime soon we’re supposed to “spend a day sewing the curtains”-the thought is utterly appalling for me. I would rather do them by hand by myself little by little when I feel like it (which I suppose could well be never!) God I’m frustrated + just plain miserable these days. Postcard from Mary who’s having a lovely visit at home. I’m so glad that’s working out.