Things happened in fits and stawrts. I was alternately trying to get into a normalcy of school and 'stuff'' that was still mostly familiar from September 1966 through the latter part of August but also I was still drawn back and near-drowing in worries as the last act of the drama unfolded. I am not sure how I survived but I did. My Goddess and my Guradian Angel, who I had not yet named at this point, were there at my side, steadying hands to comfort and direct me, I think. I hardlyknew them then but did believe. So I wrote a lot on Oct 28, which I will excerpt some here and then a few more days until the next Friday, Novemer 3.
Aug 28, Saturday
I guess Charlie Mike is enjoying (?) his first night in California now. He was really excited. He got in on Tommy Knowles' bus yesterday at 2:30. We left his baggage at the depot and then numbered the yard and everything that came through. He went down to campus to have dinner with me and then we hung out until #1 The San Francisco Chief, pulled in about 9:50. I noted the consist and then came back to my room and spent a late evening writing letters.
Ths morning it was colder than Satan's outhouse and the furnace was off so I about froze. I studied in bed until about 9:30 and then got up. I checked my mail and my Hank Snow record had arrived. I went down to Colleen's and we went to Taco Bell for lunch and returned to my rom. I changed and we went with Ann Pollock to the barbeque in Nick King's Grand Prix. I really like Ann. I thought her stuck up but she isn't. The BBQ was okay. June Smith, Peggy Watt's esrtwhile roomie is quite a pussycat as if Joann Hoaglund. Those Kingman girls --pretty wild. But I got dinner for a quarter. I decided to call the bus depot ithe next morning and see who has the Prescott local. If it is Nick I wil surprise Mom with a visit. She is probably feeling a little low. I can show her the timetable data on rail trip to Kentucky easier than trying to explain on the phone.
Turned out he was and I did. His eyes were much bluer than I had first thought. We again joked about my jacket. That evening when I went back, Louie was driving. But I was glad I had gone down because Mom was pretty blue. And we sold the three Quarter Horses for $100 each--Richie Lewis took Lyno and Leo and a gal who is going to be living near the temporary home took Buzzie. I had to make a fast decision and I hated to do it but I am sure it was for the best. Mom got the $200 and I kept Buzzie's price.
Monday I was back and it was cold again,. Everyone was wondering when the first snow would fall. I went to an honors asselbly and got a nice little letler and certificate for 'being a good bookworm" as I said sarcastically. No one was there to see or applaud. No matter. I am beginning to hope to make a trip for Thanksgiving, either to Tucson to see Mary or to Souhtern Cal to visit Judy. I had NO wish to be in the dorm for long several days of the holiday.
Nov 2, Thursday
I got the second highest in DAPR--101. !02 was the top. I did go and talk to Mrs Johnson (Psych prof) about her demand that all be in class on Nov 21--an afternoon class that would let out after 2:30. How would that play with my plan to leave for the holiday? She was rather adamant though. I put my check for Buzzie in the bank. That $100 meant a lot despite my deep sadness to let her go. It was for her welfare, really. I could easily have given her away to a good hoime but I think this will be one. I liked that gal and she seemed sincere.
I did go back down the weekend of the 4th and 5th but that is part of the next week's tale.
No good photos so my last one with Lyno and Buzzie and the twoof tehm a few days before.. I did see them again later but they would never again be mine except in memories. There was always a little empty place in my soul. So much of me went away as various animals were taken, sold or died. I will see them in the Green Pastures, though. I count on it. The Rainbow Bridge goes there too.
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