For most of the last part of July and well into August, I did not go back down to the Verde. In most ways that was good. I wrote almost daily, although a lot of it was drivel and hardly entertaining! Anyway I covered most of this week from July 24 through the 28th. I will condense some of the rambles but try to cover anything of interest or significance.
Monday, July 24
Good morning. So far it looks like a pretty day in Flag. I came up on the bus last night. I don't do such a prosaic thing as commute between country and town or home and school . I move from life to life, from world to world. The bus is my time machine that takes me on that strange journey. When I got in, Colleen was out . I took my time about getting cleaned up and finally turned in about 12:00. I did wash my hair but brushed it dry instead of rolling it.
It's dinner time now and it rained this afternoon. I hope to tell you, it really rained. And we had an electric outage too. I got my free record--Catrina Valente-- and my black riders which really fit. They are already hemmed up and are super sharp. They are more practical than purple and go with a lot of things to make neat outfits. I guess tomorrow I'll have to go to town, rain or shine. No new ironing jobs. I hope I get some more. However I guess I can do without any extra work tonight.
A note: with the water shut off, bathing in Clarkdale was hardly possible. I could stand it for two days or nights and did but it felt good to wash the dirt and sweat off! I was so fiercely disgusted with the folks for just squatting there as they were. It made no sense to me at all and I knew it was not going to end well. I dimly recall Charlie Mike had an altercation with Dad and got punched in the face, allegedly for 'sassing'. I could feel his rage and hate but he did not do anything right then. Still I knew it was not going to get better. It was amazing he stayed with them as long as he actually did.
July 25, Tuesday
I found a book in the library on colors and personalities relative to certain colors. I had too many favorites so my analysis was confusing. I loved turquoise but that tended to be a fave of narcissistic and really not the nicest people. Oh my! My other faves lilac, lavender and other purple shades were better . Well I also liked some pink and bits of red, clear light yellow and for neutrals black and white, maybe beige and dark navy blue, but not gray. Silly really but I got wrapped up in that for awhile. I was analyzing everyone!
July 26, Wednesday
I had a busy day planned and got an early start, doing a number of small tasks before going to Math and between it and Econ. I was already planning ahead on sorting and consolidating my stuff. I had way too much and I was thinking about storing it for the three weeks between the end of summer sessions and the start of the fall term. I had already chosen the Mayflower warehouse as the best possibility. It was not far off campus, up near the railroad depots. I was still undecided about what I'd do for those three weeks. That would not be fun in Clarkdale for sure. (Little did I know! But no spoilers yet.) I kind of wanted to go to California and Uncle Dan had mentioned it.
In a peeve, I said something not very nice! "If anything gripes me it is these moony couples to whom parting for an hour or two for class is a major tragedy. They cling to each other, gazing with mournful eyes and wait until the very last minute to part." I had not seen Jim since April and Dusty since May! How these kids exist, I can't see. Either they'll get to where they couldn't stand each other or the partial intimacy would be impossible to bear.
I went shopping and bought two pairs of sandals and looked at the new offerings of jackets since cold weather would come sooner than one might wish. I picked a favorite but held off on the purchase. I also got a pink sleeveless shell that would go with my in-progress suit (it was light canvas weight fabric, white with roses printed on it.) It would also work with the new black bell bottom riders.
July 27, Thursday
I chided myself for the silly habit of writing a little in my now loose-leaf journal notebook and then more on a page in my math folder. It had become a temporary habit. I was still uncertain about going down for the three weeks but at that point had heard almost nothing from the folks and was clueless. It was stressing me out and I was worried about what was going on, hearing nothing. I sensed the ledge they lingered on was crumbling away minute by minute which was close to the truth. ,
July 28, Friday
Damn, it is cold as a tomb in this accursed library this morning. After a long hour I am practically frozen. I was hunting for Vance Packard's books but only found one. I had an idea for a paper about him. There was an econ test at 11:00 which I hoped I could zip through and go. I have head nothing from the Valley so did not know whether to expect they'd be up for me or not. There was something about going to look at a place in Garland Prairie which I opined would be knee deep in mud after several heavy rains. (Probably another last chance bit of ranch hunt, and pointless as always.) I considered trying to talk Colleen into going somewhere on the weekend if I was staying, sharing gas and driving with her. I'm not sure where, now. She was on and off with her boyfriend. I just realized she was not a summer student but a full time regular one also taking classes to speed it along as I was. I also learned that Campbell would be the Honor Dorm and considered that good news since I was basically planning to be housed there in the fall and I did much prefer the north/east side of campus as being closer to town and just more my style. Maybe I'll hear from Jim today, but I don't expect it. He is probably still in Tucson. I should get busy and do my Santa Fe report for econ and start the one on Vance Packard, called "The Latter Day Socrates" which I thought quite clever. It will be some kind of extra credit effort, I expect. I had to get out of the cold so started off to check the mail and then to the 11:00 class. It was easier first session when they were back to back instead of at 7:30 and 11:00! And I did not go down to the valley after all.
Photos? Geez. I took none at that time and what applies? I'll just throw something in for eye candy I guess. Hmm, how about that one? Just out of my collection of hero inspiration pix much later than 1967! Even a more a mature guy--which I always liked anyway! Then Zhan in an old picture, before he was a big star on Dark Winds; this one inspired my hero in Rez Dogs and Scooter Trash, one of my JBS novellas.
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