Well, that turned out to be nothing. I went upstairs to explain what happened yesterday and to give them my phone number and I met Mrs. Landlord getting into her car. I introduced myself again and appolgized for not doing it offically yesterday. She shook my hand and smiled. I said that I wanted to give them my number, I gestured with the post-it where I had written it, she said, "Oh, okay, you can just stick it on the door." Which I did.

I walked back past her car; I smiled and waved. She smiled and waved. I came home.

So much for that.

I didn't get my bowl. Damn.

I am a coward.

Yesterday my new landlord had a party and I was invited. I made my wonderful potato salad. I got there late because I was working till 3 and it took forever for the bus to come.

I talked to one person I didn't know and then became a wall flower. I got more and more uncomfortable until I found said landlord and told him that I would be back.

It was 5:30. I didn't go back.

Instead I went to bed and woke up to watch the fireworks that the party had and set off in pie tins floating in the pool. I watched from bed.

Now that it's many hours later, I think I was getting nervous about the drinks. I haven't had a drink since January. Mostly I deal with it in a seperate way. That is most of the people drinking are seperate from me. Yesterday, I was a part of it. I had a kids drink, no booze but eventually I had to leave before I broke down and had a real drink.

Now I get to go tell the landlord and hopfully get my bowl back.

Wish me luck.

I almost let this day go by without wishing my friend, Claire, a happy birthday.

She had a barbacue at her house today but I was too twitchy to go. I hope she's not too angry with me.

Happiest of birthdays, Claire.

Read this. The entry on June 29th, about the constant talker. I am delighted.