August 20th, 1982

Back in New York. It was a restful, odd vacation. I was delighted with Providence. As much as I adore Wendy, I continue to find she and John a difficult couple to relate to. Wendy and I share a child-like joy with each other. John is an adult and we tighten up when we are with him.

I am glad to be home. I am sitting in the living room listening to the late afternoon sounds of the village. Joe is on his way over and I am excited about seeing him. I missed him. My romantic feelings for him rise and subside, but remain. It has been two months.

My August vacations feel like the transition from one year to another for me. I mark the seasons of my life by Autumn. I stare at my calendar and figure that if I really set my mind to saving money, that I can have $2,000 saved by the end of the year, counting, of course, on a $1,000 bonus.