2001-10-11 - 2:07 a.m.
i feel loved.
i rode my bike around with yeti, in the panhandle of golden gate park. everytime i started to get freaked out, because i don't really know how to ride a bike, he'd be right there on his bike, saying: you're alright. you're doing good. you got it.
then, at home later, after he'd gone to his own place to sleep, i took a bath. in the bath, i used bubblebath handmade by shane and shannon and given to me as a gift. then i remembered that my friend matt's wife pam had given me a present of homemade soap too, and i found it where i had carefully stacked it in my medicine cabinet. i used the little loofah she gave me to scrub with the good smelling soap in the goodsmelling bath.
when i got out, all warm and clean, i put on some cozy polar fleece pants that domini made for me a while ago. they're fuzzy and warm with panels of velvet.
surrounded by these handmade gifts i feel taken care of and carried by my friends, even though they are far.
now i will sit here and work on work given to me by my mother, for a small company, for a nice person. tomorrow maybe my friend lisa will call me about some work she found for me too.
things feel gentle and manageable.
today is the first day in over a week that i've seen anyone besides peter. and it was an accident.
(i'm elly and
this is diaryland)
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