A weekend 'home' and then another one back, after which I broke my intention and went down to the valley again. I had a hard time tearing free from the enmeshed family habit and all that included and meant. It took a cataclysmic change to finally make the ultimate break happen--but there were several months to go yet since that was Aug-Sep of this year.
Feb 17, 1967
Eve's curse hit me midday. I didn't suffer too bad, lucky for once. Went to my three classes and the Boss arrived at 2:00 to take me 'home.' I got the "new" $50 out of the bank etc. and we were off. I searched the road for small blue "Bugs" but saw none. We got to Clarkdale about 5:45 or 6:00.
Clearly an uneventful Friday so I go back to pick up the 11th and 12th and the rest of the week.The first two days, I spent a fairly nice weekend down home. Rode Leo and Chief, lazed in the sun, fixed the turquoise and white print skirt, and read the QHJ and Appy News. I made the trip back to Flag on the bus and showered and washed and braided my hair since we had to stay up 'til 11:00 for a hall meeting. Will probably go home next weekend again and then plan to stay here awhile and maybe have some more good times.
Explaining--QHJ was Quarter Horse Journal and Appy News, the magazine of the Appaloosa registry. Both breeds and horses in general were still a significant part of my life and remained so to some degree for a number of years. I moved into other interests over time but even today I still have a twinge of regret at times for leaving this part of my past so far behind and for so long. It was collateral damage to my life style as it played out. And I guess I used that $50 to help Buzzie and maybe the studs with some needed better quality feed like pellets. Charlie Mike would feed them for me.
Feb 14 was Mary's birthday as well as Valentine's Day. I got one from Jim signed "love" would you believe? I cannot take that very seriously though. Not much else thrilling except I got a $100 check from Uncle Dan. I put $50 in the bank, $25 in my 'safe' place here and spent most of the rest. I got a Ventures record and some clothes. I really have way more clothes than I need now. I'll have to discard some soon. That was always kind of hard, but there were some I no longer or even never really liked.
The next day I thought I did pretty well on the accounting test and got a 2 on my first theme in English for this semester with a different instructor.We began dissecting piglets for biology but it was not too gross. I have my future program all planned--a Social Science (History mostly) major and Accounting minor. I have a feeling what I truly want to do is going to come to me soon. So far it is mostly playing by ear. I skipped the Rodeo Club and ironed with Mary's new iron which works very well.
I heard from Aunt Ruth and knew I had a box coming from California with See's Candy and some other stuff. I nearly ran whack into Ray (the forester) at lunch. I had better watch where I am going. The next day I was studious and worked on Accounting for an hour and a half. getting Friday's and Monday's work done. Later worked on history for a good hour and then wrote a theme for English. After dinner went to the library with Mary, poked around and read a short novel quickly. At times the routine seems so dull and even pointless but in many ways it is easier than I ever expected. College always seemed so elevated and almost an impossible dream. (Yet there I was, rockin ' it, to lapse into the slang of many years later.) Once the first semester was over, I no longer had a great insecurity about making good grades or even excellent ones and got a sense of how much time I had to a invest or apply to get projects done in time and adequate quality. Maybe it was too easy? Compared to the cowboy girl years, I suppose I did get 'lazy' in some ways.
Photos are not relevant really. I did not take too many at Flag once the new wore off and life became pretty routine. The days spent back at the old ranch were the same. I did my cowboy girl stuff on a smaller scale with nothing like as many critters and tried to help Charlie Mike as much as I could now, with him having to deal with a much greater crapola load as the main man and not just a key helper. So anything I put in will duplicate of past just to decorate the\blank text: two of Charlie Mike and me riding, probably about March 1967 and one shot of snow in Flagstaff from a second story in North Quad that same time.
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