Spent the day with Dad. He said that with my new drug habit I seem not only happier but more decisive; that even Seth remarked on the change. (What d’ya know. Seen from inside it’s not nearly so dramatic.) Dad said I drive my car more decisively — whatever that means; it’s further puzzling because he could not have seen me drive in at least fifteen years.
He bought a stack of books from the Esperanto League for North America, where we had our first-ever extended conversation with Don Harlow with whom we have had long (if intermittent) impersonal contact. I bought a swell pin that reads Neniu fremdulo en Esperantujo (no-one a foreigner in Esperantia).
After lunch we took a scenic spin up Grizzly Peak Blvd and rode a miniature railroad. Back on flatter ground, I found something Dad wanted. We made rendezvous with Ruth and Seth, and enjoyed a dinner punctuated with drollery.
For twenty years and three days this entry misspelled neniu as nenio (‘nothing’).