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2006-10-08 - 3:56 p.m. Sunday 7 AM Saw Peter off to Canada. Began plumbing 1st patch repair. 8 AM Watched the end of the Bette Davis movie The Little Foxes on Turner Classic Movies. Her name in the movie, like mine, is Regina, the only movie I've seen where there is a person named Regina, and she is a greedy, scheming woman. 9 AM Watched The Women on Turner Classics (have it on vid) while doing three more epoxy-clay repairs on the plumbing fixtures in my Victorian bathroom hellhole. 9:10 Threw up from the nausea from the fumes. 9:20 AM took my GSD for a walk around the neighborhood. She barked wildly at one small scruffy dog she spotted, that I missed seeing until she went into barking mode, but then sat quietly & allowed a long-haired spaniel go by without harrassment. 10:50 Twilight the cat sits on my lap purring, splat in the middle of the short story book I was trying to read. 11:00 Plumbing-leak check and hand-kneading of more plumbing compound. I swear I will encase every crack in every pipe and crevice until I no longer have a tiny pond on the floor of my bathroom. At this point water lilies would happily grow there! The cat fell asleep, but so is my left hand on top of the short-story book and underneath the 15 lb. cat. Time to go outdoors. Move, CAT! 1:00 Took a one-hour walk through the neighborhood. The first unusual thing I witnessed was a procession to a church a couple of blocks away, the priests in front carrying a large square image of a saint draped in purple gathered fabric. Music was playing from somewhere...Several people followed in capes of purple satin and there were altar boys carrying bouquets of purple and white flowers. I stopped to watch and let them pass into the church. Then I walked to the organic food stalls set up two blocks from my apartment every Sunday. I bought 2 giant onions, 2 pints of Cherry-Apple cider, a small package of peanut-butter cookies. Then I wandered a few blocks away and sat in a park with a waterfall and flowers, and thought about me, Peter, things I worry too much about, like money, plumbing problems in my dopey old apartment, and how I could be doing more creative artistic things, etc., etc. Then I switched my mind to what good things are in my life. I thought how much I value a good man like Peter, and how he's been influential in like, ohmigod! the last decade of my existence! 2:00 Gretta my German Shepherd Dog and I went out into the yard and took down a small latticework arched piece of yard-art that has fallen apart too much to last the coming winter. Peter gave me a present of 100 red Holland tulip bulbs when he went to his brother's wedding in Europe this summer. I think I will dig a trench Wednesday and plant all the bulbs in a sweeping curve in the garden. I can imagine after all the snow, the surge of color in the spring! He is a terrible bf. He gives me these...and then, a ruby ring with tiny diamond "wings" at each end, to remember him by - and respects everything about who I am. I hate myself for having felt disconnected these last few weeks - although I know it's the depression, I also know what's real, and I hope he's in my life as many more years as he can stand me, and I, him! I know if he's reading this, he understands. 5:00 One last lingering in the garden, with the dog, and a short-story book, before it begins to grow dark.