Then she took a lot of trains, had lunch with Ms. Jane... more trains. I hauled her off to the Hole and then the park. She trod those hallowed byways of park and parking lot where literary giants daily tread and felt the textual ghosts swirl about her reality, and it was good!
Moomin had a friend over, and the park trip didn't quite work out in some crucial way but it was still sunny and pleasant, everyone together... for a little while. Back home again to lie down and kind of recharge the batteries... then off to the pseudo-fancy restaurant where they disgustingly pander to suburban yupsters with children so that you are KIND OF in a fancy restaurant... but there are vile coloringbook menus and gourmet corn dogs. The one thing held over from when it used to be a real fancy and good restaurant that was also nice to children... is the ice cream sundae with a little pitcher to pour the sauce, and dishes with sprinkly things, very fancy looking.
I felt a vicarious thrill of excitement when Eliz. and Sophie ordered Shirley Temples. They said it with such considered wisdom as if choosing from a vast array of other sophisticated possibilities, much as I would have ordered a screwdriver when I was 18 and sneaking into bars - not because i liked it but because it was the only drink whose name I could think of. The shirley temples were terribly disappointing for me tonight because they did not look like grownup drinks, which is the WHOLE POINT... but came in hermetically sealed sippy cups with cartoon characters printed on them. Hello. Where is the goddamned martini glass with a goddamned maraschino cherry ? How very humiliating! Eliz did not mind, or pretended not to. I will train her next time to ask for a virgin lemon drop.
Els and I were completely wiped out... I'm pretty much brain dead. And fretting continually about every misplaced comma in my working draft of the thesis.