June 18th, 1973
Dear Diary,
Monday again and that meant school. However, it's the second to last day (I think there were a bunch of bad weather days earlier in the year or something) so I didn't have to do much. Actually, in English, Candice and I got our poem back. 'A-' was the grade. I was a little disappointed, but that is still very good. Candice promised she'd write me a copy so that I can place it in here (Yes, Candice knows about my diary, but I take it nearly everywhere with me, so I'd expect as much). Anyhow, school today was the same old thing, but after school was fun. Candice and I met up with Karri at the taco stand and each got a taco. Candice treated all of us, which I thought was nice. She said it was a sort of an early celebration for the last day of school. I guess she's busy tomorrow so that's why it's an early celebration.
Anyhow, after the tacos we all headed for the park, but then nothing was really happening so I suggested the library. They both looked at me like I was crazy, but just as soon as I told them that I sometimes see Keith there (Yes, I shared my secret, but come on, they're my friends!), they decided the library sounded okay.
We each snatched a book off the shelf and settled down at a table. The book I grabbed was another poem writing guide and Candice ended up looking at it with me. We spent about one and a half hours there, but Keith never showed. I don't think either Candice or Karri minded very much. Despite the absence of our favorite musician, we were having fun reading, something I do enjoy doing, but not all the time. Daydreaming tends to be a little more fun.
I got home around five o' clock and Ricky met me at the door, begging to go to the park. I wasn't too inspired to go, but Mom insisted I take him and enjoy the good weather. I ended up grabbing my tennis things and got some practice in while Ricky did some mingling with the locals. He tends to find friends everywhere, but then again, I guess that comes with being so outgoing. I wish I were more like him. Then maybe I wouldn't feel so stupid every time I talk with Keith. I swear I never say the right things. Actually, I never really say much at all. I'll have to add that to my 'self-improvement' list. At least I've discontinued second-guessing myself. Right? Guess not.
Pondering,
Donna
P.S. Oh yes! My poem! To be honest, the idea of sending Keith a poem has sort of lost its luster. I mean, with things going on as well as they are, I don't think it's necessary to send Keith a poem anymore. Actually, if I'm going to be doing any more poems, it will just be for the fun of it. And I guess as a little 'just in case' I do end up needing to send one to Keith. Anyhow, here's today's poem:
Daydreamer,
That is me.
I dream all the day,
Of how it should be.
Daydreamer,
That's what they say.
I spend all my time,
Dreaming life away.
But I don't agree.
I don't think it's the case.
'Cause each every daydream,
I know has its place.
A place in this world,
As you are a part,
Of every daydream,
I keep in my heart.
Not too bad. I don't know what style this is considering I basically just wrote what came to mind. To say the very least, this poem does fit my mood though. The sunshine makes me happy and so does spending time with my friends and Keith. I hope I'll see him tomorrow…
June 19th, 1973
Dear Diary,
Saw Keith today! It's getting easier and easier to talk to him. Especially since he always greets me with a smile. We actually went for a soda after I got off school. We talked the hours away; which is funny, considering we've never really been able to talk much before. I mean remember my first date? There was very little talking going on there. But I think talking is good. This way we get to learn more and more about one another.
Keith also asked me how Ricky was. I thought this strange for him to be asking until I remembered that he really didn't see much of my little brother anymore since Mom's outburst. I figure that Chris and Tracy are also missing their friend. I know Ricky misses them! He spends a majority of his time now in his room writing 'song lyrics'. I don't tell Mom that though, but when I told Keith, he smiled about it and asked if I had seen any of my brother's lyrics. I told him not really. Actually, it made me realize that, since moving, Ricky and I hadn't been spending as much time together as we used to. It kind of made me sad. It seemed as if our whole family was becoming more and more distant from eachother. I'll admit that I've kind of been keeping to myself lately. Only Candice and Karri know the most of what's going on in my life. I could blame the whole thing on Mom's attitude, but that's not necessarily fair. Usually her anger is what brings Ricky and I closer together. To say the very least, I felt (and still feel) guilty about pushing my little brother off to the side like that.
Anyways, I guess I had been quiet for quite a while after that because then Keith asked me if something was wrong. I shook my head, but then thought better of it and told him what I was thinking. Keith then did something really sweet. He offered to take me home so that we could pick up Ricky and take him with us to our next destination. I guess Keith made up his mind to spend the rest of the day with me (or at least until 5:30). Isn't that great?
Well, anyhow, we ended up picking up Ricky and he was really happy about it. He even brought along his backpack and shared with Keith all the 'song lyrics' he had been working on lately. I'll admit that I was a little hurt that he didn't let me see, but it didn't matter too much. I was happy just to be around the guy I love, even if I did have to share him with my little brother.
We spent the remainder of our time together at the park, but it wasn't the usual park I go to. It was actually a different one located at the edge of town. It wasn't very crowded and it was a very relaxing setting. The three of us sat in the grass and talked and watched the occasional person walk by with their dog. Once, Ricky even went over to an elderly couple and asked to pet their small dog. He ended up talking with then for more time then expected and it is then that Keith laid his hand over mine. We were holding hands! I couldn't believe it! I'm sure I was blushing, I mean what girl wouldn't be if Keith Partridge was holding her hand?
So, yes. I guess that was it, but it was truly a remarkable time. I will so wait on Keith to get through to my mother. I hope it doesn't take much longer, but I can so wait and I won't tell her about today. Although, I guess today could kind of be considered a date, but I don't know. All I know is that it was great!
Till Tomorrow,
Donna
