I hosted semi-strangers for lunch - our downstairs neighbors, Jennie and Todd - and realized that I'm not a bad cook or hostess. They really seemed to enjoy themselves, and the menu (Moroccan chicken balls with couscous; olives; spiced peppers; tea) went over well. It was pretty unpretentious and un-fussy, except for the part where I had to get the boy to show me how to use the new food chopper without making a giant mess. I always hated the parties my parents had because they were so stiff, so it was nice to realize that one can have a social life without going to extremes of formality or of informality.
I spent two hours in the park and soaked up the sun - and while I did, I finished The House of Mirth and wrote almost 1,500 words of the new novel. Business and pleasure combined - how nice! I wonder whether I'll be able to work in the park when I start school. I'll probably have readings and things to do, so I bet the answer is yes. I can't wait.