After I finished drying my hair this morning, I emerged from my room to find the whole house empty. I needed to go out today, so it was alarming at first, but everything worked out.

Papa came by this afternoon. When people talk in the family room, like he and my parents did, they always talk rather loudly, so I was accidentally eavesdropping from back here in the computer room. They were discussing whether to ask us (the grandchildren) to call Bridgette "Grandma Bridgette." My aunt and uncles liked the idea, but my dad didn't. I don't blame him. To him -- and to me -- his mother will always be our grandma. We love Bridgette, and we know she loves us. Does she really need such an awkward title to cement that? If it pleases them, I'll call her Ms. Bridgette, but not grandma. It would never feel right. I think they decided not to pursue the idea because they didn't mention anything to me. They don't know I know.

Then he asked me about MLW. As an "elder", he feels like he has to try to get to know me and give me advice. I understand, but it's always weird. I mentioned the dances, and he made a huge deal out of it. Yeah, I dance. If I hadn't been working so hard lately to not let people's opinions get to me, that would have hurt. My mind is my most valuable asset, but it's not all of who I am. I can have fun, too.

As I'd been hoping, I got to go to the library (for one last summer book) and to Waldorf (for new shoes). We were out all day, which seriously dents into my panic-summer-assignment time, but I enjoyed the break. And I got new shoes.

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