Friday, June 30, 2000

1:49 a.m. Ah, yes. As the sun slowly sets in the west and burnishes the Muscle Beach building until it's surfboy bronze, we now say good bye to June, that luscious month of promises and potential.

I always, always get a little nervous at the approach of the Fourth of July weekend, and this year is no exception. And I feel especially guilty because I stole many hours from legitimate work today to create and tweak and diddle the new designs for July. Seems like a high indulgence, and yes. It is.

But you could practically hear the sound of desk drawers locking and office doors slamming as people began to flee their jobs for the long holiday weekend, so I really don't think anyone will notice. It will be our little secret.

This weekend is going to be a sailing weekend. How's that for exciting? So nonverbal, so ephemeral, so illusive. So I don't know how to swim. I can content myself with wishing I were back in the office filing and arranging my pretty animations and dreaming of ever neater and perfect piles of paper, all going in the same direction, no edges bent. Maybe I can have it made into a bumper sticker: I'd rather be filing.

I've reached a critical point in the whole filing project, to be sure. I'm trying to tackle the huge neglected thing at once, all 30-plus boxes, and I'm making towers of material as I complete a first, rough pass. The separated piles are currently stacked on the stairs and in neat mounds on the dining table. This is not the time to jump in a sailboat and push off, because I have to keep focused.

Won't happen.

So, I'm going to tuck this last entry up nice and neat and maybe put up my changed index page first thing tomorrow ... if I get up early enough to do a little desk work before I dragged away for a day of fun.

Maybe it'll rain. Don't laugh.

It could happen. See you in July.