I Have a Tomato

My eye is more swollen this morning but it hurts less, so I suppose that's some kind of cosmic trade-off. It's ugly but it still works.

Yesterday we rearranged the girls' room, or at least Eliz' side of it, and vacuumed for the first time in a year. Seriously, I think it's been that long. There was dust in the corners, on the carpet. Now it's all shiny clean and looks great. Todays' project: the kids' closet. It's a scary mess of book boxes and random clothes.

I have my group in the morning. I'm still thinking of ditching the group for the summer, at least. It's going to be very expensive and furthermore I'm just not sure I'm getting much out of it. We'll see, though. Today is a very revealing assignment where we'll get to know each other better, so it might be more interesting. I have this theory that the unipolar depressives really like the group because it gives them an anchor to the week, whereas the bipolar and borderline folks who could really use it have more trouble getting into it and concentrating on the message.

I was just remembering how in Denmark, living at the dorm, people didn't stockpile food very much because there wasn't much cupboard space. I tended to hoard food, though. So the other American in the dorm who didn't have any money would approach me before dinner time and say plaintively, "Wanna share a meal? I have a tomato..." I ended up feeding her a lot. But somehow it all turned out okay and my father kept sending money despite the stock market crash of '87.

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[Roodi]

You always had goodies in your room. Top Ramen most especially. Many care packages from your mom with healthy stuff like seaweed chips delighted us given our limited access to food.