Thus week I was sliding back into the routine, adjusting to a couple of different classes, a new roommate and 'home' being a different room. Although Dad and Charlie Mike came up Thursday I elected not to go back to Clarkdale so ended up spending the weekend in Flagstaff. I did not regret it as I had 'enjoyed' enough time at the old home for awhile. As it was, I did not write a specific entry for Friday, Feb 3.
That being the case, I will just go back and pick up the week from Saturday, January 28. It is all so exciting--not! I spent both days outside as much as I could watching the rail and walking through the mud left by the latest snow melting. Crazy waste of time, I chided myself but I needed the relaxing time before the grind started again. I cleaned up the room and rearranged the closet some--it was a big walk-in size stuck under part of the stairs to the second floor. After coming back from my hike, I went to Yiya's with Evelyn for coffee. Showered then and after dinner went to the movie with Evelyn and Mary. It was The Cincinnati Kid with Steve McQueen. I really am not imagining his resemblance to Dusty, even many mannerisms are right down the line. That just made me even more anxious to see my dear one again.
Then classes again on Monday, Jan 30. Some old and some new. I was glad to go on with Dr McFarlane for History and Mr Gardener in Accounting. I was taking a different science class now, biology, and a humanities general ed called Man and the Arts. I was impressed with Mr Derifield in the former. He was a very good lecturer and just an neat person. Genetics was his big thing; I think he had a differently-abled child with an inherited problem. .In the other, I met Dr Smallwood who I got to know much more when I worked in the Humanities Office, three years later. I did NOT like him in either case! I also got my second check and paid off all the other expenses with a little left over.
January slid into February and I was back on track. I thought I would like Man and The Arts--but again, maybe my ideas were not in sync with what the prof was trying to show or develop for us. I was perhaps not ignorant enough or thought myself more erudite that I was! I had grown up with some knowledge of music and other arty stuff, but it was the Morgan version. I bemoaned not hearing from Dusty but got two letters from Jim. I said " He's his usual sassy and insouciant self yet somehow wistful under it all." Looking back I think he was lonely and perhaps not altogether happy with where and what he was although I know he liked teaching. Maybe he really was gay; I'll never know. Unloading my camera,I dropped and of course fogged a roll of film was removing; mad at myself though it was not critical photos.
Feb 2, Thursday, I had just two classes so cleaned the room, did a little washing and answered Jim's letter. Right after lunch I had "a caller in the lobby' which turned out to be Charlie Mike. (Did Dad ever deign to enter that edifice?) I signed a paper at the bank for them. I was scared or worried at first but no need; with m new excellent grades I was "in good" for the moment. I went to the library with them and dug up a couple more legal books and talked awhile. Finally back to the dorm at 4:30, relieved not to be going back to the valley! Instead I would stay the weekend and enjoy the Snow Carnival with Mary. The foresters were doing their sculpture just outside the door at the west end of our hallway. Mary did not know about Dusty. In retropspect I expect she would have been okay with it but I held my secret most of the time. So she kidded me about the one forestry guy who was rather cute, the one I mentioned before. She thought he was cute too but I think younger than both of us. I was then nearing 24 and I think Mary was too. I think he might have been 21!
And as I said, I did not write on Friday but alluded to it a bit over the weekend to be covered next time..
Pictures First a view from the 3rd floor of Liberal Arts on a snowy day. Next me at the snow carnival taken by Mary as I took hers shown two weeks ago and finally a match-up of Steve M and Dusty. Was I imagining a likeness?
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