Steve hugging me from behind while I'm doing something (probably making coffee)
Relaxing with a big cup of my home version of cafe au lait (w/boiled milk)
Steve sleeping & Griffin keeping him company.
Steve asleep a.m. w/Sentry Cat (Griffin)
(These two are on white handmade paper, from papermaking class, ink pen drawing, then brown ink brushed across the back side, then left on my studio floor all night to dry, and let the ink bleed).
I've discovered that my self-confidence is like a plant - it needs attention and care or it will start to wilt. It's not enough to build it up just once. I have to keep at it...
I'm still afraid to reveal ALL about myself. Perhaps I can get some imagery about that. "I'm fine."
7/4/97 Last night the A.C. died! Might be a blown fuse, but the basement padlock has been changed! HOLIDAY = NO HELP FROM APT. COMPLEX. I sit by the phone all day, SWELTERING, occasionally standing in the doorway of the fridge. (apt. people never call) Steve & I bash at the window, trying to get the cast iron grille out, to no avail. We eventually semi-install my little a.c. unit. It cools as best as it can. I take an ice-cold shower. I'M STILL OVERHEATED. Later on, it cools off & cool breezes blow through the apt. I HATE THE HEAT!

