Day 276: Diary Entries From Age 6

You know that you have good friends when you open your email to see the exact hysterical acceptance speech quote from the Golden Globes that you were just about the send out. Best line of the night (sent by Lawyer Lana, in the picture below):

"I used to think prizes were damaging and devisive until I got one...and now they seem sort of meaningful... and real..." - Bill Nighy



You also know you have good friends when they let you read their private super secret diaries from when they were six. Contrary to popular belief, diaries that small children keep are quite juicy, and one can learn a plethora of information from such a venue. Today, I was reading some writing of our food writer friend Amalia.

For example, in this entry she is summarizes her trip to the zoo with her first-grade class. No, she is not squealing about the animals she saw - even though she now would secretly sell her food-writing soul to be a "zoologist" (it's such a funny job you have to quote it).

Instead, she comments: "I had apples today. And then Mrs. Darvis bought me cotton candy. I cried later because Josh wouldn't let me taste his ice cream."

I am looking at a picture right now of the first time I ever read one of Amalia's diaries, which was four years ago, in Arizona. This is the day it happened. I'm creepy I have such a good memory. We were standing right on this very deck. But I'm not posting the pic. Because I'm mysterious like that (and it's not digital).

If you wonder why I was reading this diary today, though, suffice it to say I also happened to be proofreading some of her writing, including a cover letter she was sending out in which she addressed the recipient as "Mrs." Blah. To prove that I actually am a professional editor, let it be known that you cannot, in California in 2007, use "Mrs." as a politically correct acceptable form of address. Even when you happen to know the particular recipient is married, which was Amalia's first line of defense. Besides, according to gmail headlines today, for the first time in the US, more women are living unmarried than not. Yes, 51% of women claim to be living alone these days.



Questions:

Can anyone think of a good name for a word that encompasses the concept of Healing Travel/Tourism? Like Eco-Tourism, but not. Like "Inner Tourism" or "Spiritual Travel" only actually catchy and not a piece of crap? Thank you. Thank you also to someone named Sierra, who I met some years ago and took this picture from. I'm not sure how this got on my computer, but it's here and it's travelly and cool.

4 comments:

Sunshine said...

"I cried later because Josh wouldn't let me taste his ice cream."

I must be a PERVERT, because I think there is something naughty about this and, hello!, A 6 YEAR-OLD WROTE THAT. Oy, I might need to lie down...

Anonymous said...

i laughed aloud for like 3 minutes after reading that amalia diary entry. oh out little food critic... she was always beyond her years.

i should say that there's a funny story to me holding the spoon like that, but i wont tell it bc its long. and i guess not that funny. but i dont go around just holding up spoons and making the "ah-ha!" face. just sayin.

i love you claire!

Anonymous said...

i laughed aloud for like 3 minutes after reading that amalia diary entry. oh out little food critic... she was always beyond her years.

i should say that there's a funny story to me holding the spoon like that, but i wont tell it bc its long. and i guess not that funny. but i dont go around just holding up spoons and making the "ah-ha!" face. just sayin.

i love you claire!

Amalia said...

i was just reading from another section of my diary, and in first grade i tell a long, uninteresting story about chocolate milk.

a 6 year-old obsessed with food is charming in small doses, but i'm pretty sure i bored everyone around me. apparently, before every meal i would ask my parents, "are you excited!?!"

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