June 3rd, 1973

Dear Diary,

Alright, so today was Sunday. That makes it about two weeks since we first moved to San Pueblo. I can't believe how fast time has passed! It seems like just yesterday that we moved into the new house!

Anyways, we attended church this morning and then, after lunch, I took Ricky to the park again so I could practice tennis. I love the game and I'm thinking of trying out for the tennis team at school. I'm a little unsure about it though because I've been getting private lessons since I was five and I'm afraid that the other girls may think I'm a show off. I don't get private lessons anymore, but I was the best on the team at my old school. Maybe I'll wait until next year, or play slightly sloppy if I try out. Now is not the time to make enemies.

Okay, well… back to the park. Ricky and I instantly hit the courts and you'll never believe whom I saw there (In the park, not in the tennis court)! Okay, so maybe you can guess… Keith Partridge!! Yes, Keith was there, but I don't think he saw me and I was too nervous to go over and say 'hi' so I basically watched him from out of the corner of my eye. He had his guitar with him and a notebook. He sat down on a bench just under a tree and began strumming. I didn't recognize the tune, then again, I could hardly hear it over the excited buzz of the rest of the park's occupants. But I still listened as Ricky and I tossed the tennis ball back and forth. My aim started to get sloppy and unfortunately Ricky noticed. I told him I was just getting tired and suggested a break.

Unfortunately, it is here that Ricky spotted Keith and decided to go over and say 'hi'. He begged me to go with him, but I told him Keith looked busy and we probably shouldn't bother him. Luckily, that did the trick, and I was able to persuade Ricky to sit with me at a picnic table to eat the lunch Mom had packed for us: Everything was lean and organic. Mom works too hard.

At about three, we left Keith and the park behind us and headed home. Now I'm beating myself up over not saying 'hi' to Keith. Especially, since at dinner, Mom asked me if he ever called me after our date Friday night. I just stuffed a forkful of salad in my mouth and gave her the one moment signal. By the time I was done chewing, Ricky, thank goodness, had changed the subject. I can tell you, the very last thing I need is for my mom to get involved with my love life. That would be so embarrassing!! She's constantly trying to do what is 'best' for us. And her 'best' for me and Keith, would be to ask Shirley what Keith's problem was. That would be terrible!!

Anyhow, I'm in my room now and I should probably be getting to bed soon since it's nearly ten and I have school tomorrow.

Till then,

Donna