The frenzied hurry of the past few days has prevented me from writing. It hasn't been unpleasant. School's at last out for the summer (I passed with a B) and I'm ready to spend the days like their supposed to be spent. The past few days have been my introduction to that life. I'm not lazy. I don't believe in that behavior. I tend to have irregular sleeping patterns but whenever I sleep it's because I'm tired not bored.

I've taken to spending as much time as I can bear out in the sun, enjoying this glorious weather. The sunlight is comforting but I can only stand so much heat. I've sat on the deck a bit in days past. I enjoying exercising by walking around in the suburbs where I live. I've tried lately to explore new routes. The giant green trees standing out against the bright blue sky bring a song to my heart. The crunches I do are also a good source of exercise.

Recently I've read a bit of Tintin, the European comic book. I was first introduced to it as a child in the early 1990s. I've read the books often in past years but I don't enjoy them nearly as much as I used to. They don't seem nearly as filling. The artwork is certainly refreshing and the dialogue is certainly witty but I suppose the whole concept is something I've grown out of. I do know that many of the mature story lines seem much clearer to me now than they did when I was younger and knew little of the adult world.

I've also read some of a book on F. Scott Fitzgerald written by his former lover Sheilah Graham. I'm a Fitzgerald fan. My favorite of his books is "This Side of Paradise"; beautiful prose and portrait of a distant, hazy America gone bye. Should be treasured for the museum piece it is. I find his mixture of jazz, Hollywood and high-society life irresistible.

Watched the Donna Reed Show recently. Donna's my dream mama! What I love about the show is that they don't cheapen it by smutting the whole thing up. It has humour and life lessons; not the arbitrary nonsense we get today. Donna shows us that pure, unadulterated femininity can be sexy. She's certainly the kind of woman I'd like to tuck me in at night.

Watched the W. C. Fields movie "It's a Gift" with dad. He's more into watching the old movies with me than mom is. We both enjoyed it. Fields is hard to pin down. He's a quirky mixture of physical comedy and amusing mannerisms.