I was in a ghastly mood all day. Spent the morning writing notes to Miriam, Dennis + Nancy + Peggy about Uncle Jim-all very inadequate. We left for the beach in two [crossed out writing] cars around 12:30, stopping en route to pick up Timmy. Peter fished but Saul, Mary, Timmy + I lay on the beach. Saul + Mary left about 4:15-Took the keys to Peter’s car to get Mary’s dress out then left them under the sun-shield + drove in the VW. Between then + the time we went to pick up the station wagon somebody made off with my slacks, underwear + shirt. So much frosting on an already delicious cake. Stopped for thread on the way home. Mary’s going to work on the curtains tomorrow-knows I’m going to be working on Tchin Tchin as my reading is at 7 o’clock tomorrow night so I can’t complain about that. We bought dinner at the Shermart and went back to Timmy’s where he whipped up a pork chop dish. Very good. I knitted + had fresca. Peter had booze + finally I had a shot in my fresca. We watched TV-fresh riots in Chicago thanks to George Lincoln Rockwell, head of the American Nazi party. What a sewer of a man. Home at midnight-message from Isabell who’s home for a week lay off. Called her + said hello. I went to bed. Peter went upstairs. Jim Parker is back but I was too tired to go up-had already gotten undressed.