July 14, 1967
Another fast week but I actually covered it better than I realized. Besides the normal journal entry I found a few pages not in the notebook, which I wrote at another time and then just stuck into the bundle . I used a second steno pad like the one I got when I began to keep a journal again after the 1966 summer blow-up and in it recorded Jan 3-July 21. While at home I sometimes wrote on loose paper and stashed it in my purse or a folder; I did this in spare minutes elsewhere also. I covered July 12 and 14 some that way.
First July 14, since that is the official day. It was Friday.
Ain't I got fun? This has been quite a day. Took my two exams this morning. The stat one was really a booger but I think I did okay.on the Econ. I then helped Lynn move all afternoon and was in the midst of cleaning and rearranging the room when she burst in. She had decided to go to California after all. So I had to practice driving the Impala some. It took awhile to get used tot the brake and the automatic but otherwise, no sweat. I saw her off on ATSF #1 (San Fran Chief) which was 1 1/2 hours late and watched the Super Chief and El Cap through. Then I drove out to the airport road and back just for fun. I can't believe how neat! It is mine until Tuesday morning. I guess Monday I'll get some money which will help as I have to gas it up again but she was willing to let me drive it. I just can't afford to get caught without a license is all. That would be bad news, It is after 12:00. Guess I'd better get some shuteye. Jim's letter came today and I also heard from Laura. I have swapped sides of the room just for a change. I hate monotony!
Now back to the perhaps most significant day of the week.
July 11, 1967, Tuesday
Summer session(s) are nearly half gone already. The first five weeks ends this Friday. Roxie, Larry and Steve were there over the weekend with June Annette. She is a sweet little girl. I gave her two rides on Buzzie. There were no major fireworks for the two days. Surprise? Thankful!! I drove to Camp Verde Saturday morning and then delivered a subpoena to John McMillan on Sunday. The folks brought me back to Flag Sunday evening. I'm hoping to stay up this next weekend. Lynn will be leaving and I will probably have a new roommate. Exams are Friday. I think I'll make a 1 in Econ and hope for a 2 in Stats if I am lucky. I think I'll call Jim tonight. May also call the CofC and find when the Appy Show is, if possible. Then I'll call Dusty over the weekend. Make it person to person on Sunday and hope maybe I can catch him though it is very iffy. Doubtful on an old phone number.
It rained cats and dogs yesterday. I find that terribly depressing but one has to learn to endure all sorts of things. Roxie gave me $5.00 and I got $5.00 from Mama Witt so maybe I'll go shopping in the PM today. Generally that will raise my spirits out of the dumps for awhile. Looks like since 1965 that summer is a lonely time. Last summer sure was. I hope Dusty is not sick but I wouldn't be surprised if he is. I cannot forget and mark him off although I almost try sometimes. At times I may go part way but it won't work, We have been too close. I swear it really almost seems like I have been married and now divorced. Roxie tells me to have fun and catch a good husband. That's what everyone says. They'd all be awfully mad of I did marry Dusty wouldn't they? They might approve of Jim. As for Forester Ray, I am not sure. But that is not for real anyway. I'll just drift until some old lecher decides he likes my looks or something. God, what an attitude to have. But I really do not feel I am mistress of my fate.
Later, after 10:00 p.m. Guess who I just talked to on the phone about an hour ago!!. It sure does not pay to give up on that man, does it? He is working as a carpenter at a mine near Kingman and living out there in a camper. He said he might be over this way sometime this summer going to Winslow for another investigation and hearing. I guess they may take him back in awhile. At least he is well, has a job and has not forgotten me. It is just not easy to get to town and a phone. But he called, he really did. Sure, I am crazy to be elated but I am, anyway. Yes, I do love him.
On July 12 I wrote mostly about Dusty and the phone call. That was a very high point in the mostly rather meh summer. I did go shopping at Sprouse Reitz to get the rest of the fabric I had earlier found a remnant of as I had plans to make a multi-piece outfit with it. I was also considering buying an ironing board and possibly doing some for hire to pay for it. I also expected my next roommate to be showing up in any day. I also decided to go ahead and call Jim and chatted with him for awhile. He was staying at the high school, I think, maybe a kind of caretaker? Also getting up very early for some reason. I'm not sure what he was doing.
Explaining needed? Not much. June Annette was my Uncle Dan's eldest. She was about ten at that time. I have no idea how John McMillan was involved in the ongoing Morgan madness; I do not want to know! CofC was Chamber of Commerce and of course would have a schedule of special events around Flagstaff. I have to laugh now at that 'catch a good husband' advice. That was still so prevalent! Actually the main reason for many girls to go to college?! Nobody was very liberated yet. It grated on me a bit even then as that was not my main goal. An MRS was not a degree I sought. And so far few had impressed me as potentially worth the effort.The Laura I mentioned was an old pen pal I had almost quit writing. Sadly at this point I did not know how long it would be before I was to speak to Dusty again. So many things did not go our way so we lost track of each other for months. Talk about star crossed lovers; some things seem to be ...fate? karma? just DTBL? I still felt there would be other places and times and I do even to this day. I know what I believe
Two photos, one old, really both are. Dusty and me as I tried to remember us through some lonely times and Lynn's nice car. It was a Chevy Impala and probably no more than a year old. I was looking forward to getting my own--someday. That took three years more.