Got up at 9:30.
Dreamed of being part of a circle around a swimming pool, across from a Russian girlfriend, about to perform a group stunt.
Puitak, Gordon and I were going to see Long Life, Happiness and Prosperity, but it closed after yesterday. [Don't think I ever saw it.] I was thinking of seeing The Quiet American instead, but it turned out that Pui had to work after all. (I like it when these things come in twos.) Gordon and I still had lunch at a Thai restaurant. Mother had finished the Laura Ingalls Wilder bio, so I lent it to Pui.
Dinner was lasagna.
Dawn taught a samba class with something called policia. There was an opeh house with a reporter from The Guardian. The line dance was that silly Cuban dance again. I've never felt like such a WASP as when trying to dance it!
Moira is in Kingston again.
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