In many ways the time was just wheeling by, day after day after week... It would soon be spring and then summer again but very different than the one a year ago. In 1966 I was hoping and dreading and wanting but very unsure it could happen. Now I would have a whole year of a different life in the history file and by the end of it, so much more of the change was over and done. Then there was absolutely no going back, ever.
I left off the previous week starting another weekend on Campus. This time that was not going to be.
March 10, 1967
I got the refund from Random House on the wrong Santa Fe book. No longer existing on pop bottles for spending money, I still pinched the pennies quite a bit. It was like found money--$2.50 I think. I met the Boss at the library at 3:00 and headed down to the valley. I am such good people now,laughing up my sleeve at that fact. It could be shattered easily by one slip or error but still... enjoy while it lasts and not be as tense as I once was. Escape is still at hand. Supposedly the family's legal case (I won't say 'our' as I divorced that connection!) is in a federal court now and going forward very well?? Really do not want to know except if it makes the boys lives better and maybe mom's.. Anyway after three weeks away I was going 'home' and hoped it would pass quickly and smoothly.
So now back to the prior weekend.
March 4 and 5: Saturday was cold and windy but I spent awhile outdoors and got a bunch of RR car numbers. Got washing and and ironing done and my hair. I went to see "Enter Laughing" put on by the NAU Drama Department. It was a broad comedy, pretty funny and their scenery was well done. When I got back to the room I talked Mary into dressing again and we went to Chez Bon for coffee and cake and finally back to bed. Then it was Sunday. I loafed, watching a a tree full of robins outside my window and thinking how slow time passes when you are waiting. I then got up, bundled up and went out, hoping to make the time pass faster. I could go hike the rail yard or maybe to the PO to get stamps from the machine. Back,I fretted until 7:00 or so and then began to get discouraged and disgusted so went to the TV room and watched odds and ends. Finally the phone rang, later than I had hoped or expected but very soon I was back in my coat and out to climb into the Little Bluebird. This time with weekend hours there was enough time and we made the most of every bit of it. Now it will be awhile with work problems and all but I guess I'll survive.
Monday came again. I had to laugh at myself when I realized I had initially wanted to come to NAU so I would be able to see Dusty. That had worked out mostly well enough. And I had even done a fair job of other things. I am hanging in there, by golly. I will not drop below a 1.5 average. I won't! I had the usual 'day after' let down but managed to get through it all right. The days go by as they will with classes and quizzes and papers turned in and a little fun here and there.
All at once it was March 9. I finally got the accounting test back with a 77 (2) but I still have a 1 on points. I have got a few necessary things done. Can't brag but have shed the laziness some. Mary and I went to the opera workshop last night. I have skipped Rodeo Club twice now but can't care much. I have managed to keep going with a cold and to keep out of the path of that darn forester. It will be a small jolt to go back 'home' after three weeks, but I won't have much time. I hope it will be riding weather anyway. I was kind of anxious or dreading seeing Jim M again after several weeks but that was ridiculous. The Mingus Drama class is going to do his Antigone; he is very proud of that effort and a bit anxious too, I think. It is still strange to slide back and forth between or among so many different :"lives'" and be the right person for each environment. Is 'real life' like that? I never really lived 'real' before.
Any explains needed? Of course the Boss's legal maneuvers went on, up and down, now very badly and then with a ray or two of hope and enthusiasm. I hated all that stuff and had distanced myself from it as much as I could. They still had the last few horses and Charlie Mike was still doing most of the caring for them. He was not nearly as attached to them as I was but he was conscientious and gave them the best he could. I had taught him quite a bit of how and what to do. Now he complains that the old man really hardly ever taught him anything, which was so wrong. I cannot understand why but I was the neuter (trans?) girl-boy and got most of that for 10 or 12 years. Antigone was the play Jim had written based on the ancient Greek mythical tale and had been important to him almost all the time we were sort of keeping company. It was mildly bowlderized to be presented by teenagers but basically true to the original..
Pictures? Nothing new. The Blue VW and the familiar buildings of NAU--all of which have appeared before. Oh well. Must have some pictures to sooth the text dump. Okay that little blue bug, Jim M and then Dusty a few years earlier. The two men were so very different except for some shared Celtic ancestry. And the main NE entry for North Quad; I would meet the Bluebird at that curb.
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