On the bus, riding to the University, I had an amazing idea about what to write. When I arrived at my stop I had totally forgotten it. Aren’t you lucky?

I spent the night with Tiger Woods. Only in a dream, alas, and not as intimate a one as I would have wished. Even so, I woke thinking I had been given a special treat. What a nice man.

That bed is now going to cost me eighty dollars more a month. The State ordered an audit of social services and they, not in the least surprisingly, told them to get rid of people who really no longer deserve assistance. Jump up and down, wave!

Oh well. I’ll have to give up my weekly visits to the Gold Gate Lounge. That alone will save forty dollars a month.

We’ve had a festive time at the Little House in the Valley. Handsome Son celebrated his seventeenth birthday with a rather raucous stag party. They took over the second kitchen, the garage, the driveway, but left my chair on the front porch vacant. So I could go sit and watch, trying not to be to lascivious. (Wow, I remember how to spell that absurd word.)

A few days later he graduated from high school. The Landlady invited me to the ceremony but I declined, saying I thougt it was a family occasion. If he had asked me, I of course would have gone, but I’m sure the thought never entered his mind, nor is there any reason it should have. I did later shake his hand and congratulate him. Sweet.

Meanwhile, we have a new teenager in the house. The twelve-year-old made it on the Solstice. A Solstice Baby. I am impressed.

Everything is relatively well now that June is busting out all over. Just taking a short break from this enduring enterprise.