So I was now "Dale's girl" but I was also determined to make a better job of this semester than I had the previous one. In some ways I did succeed but I also came to point of choices to make some changes. However that is a tale for the late spring and summer so for now, what is happening in the short term?
Feb 12, 1968 Mon
Another Monday and I am beginning to fit into a routine. It doesn't take too long once my mind is made up. I knew some things were necessary and I pulled up my socks and went to work. I really got quite a bit done and over a weekend, too.'
I cleaned the room including mopping the floor, sorted clothes (you should see the Goodwill bags!) did some sewing etc. I made a skirt form my dear old corderoy jumper and it came out really cute. It will be sharp with my new shirt, the rose pring one and a sweater set I have. Today I typed six pages on "Cindy". I'd like to have it done by Easter so I can take it to Judy's. I'm afraid I slightly neglected my studies, though. That I cannot afford to do. I got a letter from Dale on Saturday. I'd been about ready to give up. I guess I lack cnfidence.
Big Ray is definitely back. This morning with only a moustache and his Cossack cap, he was trying to look like Dr Zhivago. But he is nothing to me now, really never was. He is an overgrown boy who hasn't found himself and has to keep playing roles in that search. I am tired so off to bed soon. I can be a bit more leisurely in the morningn though with no eight o'clock clas. s Tomorrow I begin the night class and Wednesday I'll see about the writer's club. The weather was yuck today, half snow and half rain and wholly miserable. I am ready for spring but it comes late to the high country.
Feb 13, 1968 Tues
What a day to have a night class. It is snowing, cold, wet and drippily miserable. Darn Ray and his wired gray eyes. When Michal Ann and I went to dinner he was sitting with Phil Jenson (the forester I called "Richard Burton"; there is a resemblence) and I think they arer living together now off campus. Well that is nether here nor there. I've got Dale in Phoenix and he is not quite in the same boat Dusty iwas last year. But there is no harm in looking, It is safer than talking which is safer than touching etc. Will have to write Charlie MIke directly. I finished Ch 1 of Cindy today, fourteen lovely pages in two days. Well, not really lovely but thank heaven for ezyerace paper!!
Feb 15, 1968 Thurs
Didn't see Ray today nor did I hear from Dale, either (planned weekend?) I didn't go hear Glenn Yarborough either although I could have and kind of wanted to. Really did not feel like it. My sore tooth is acting up again. It is really rotten and I have got to have it out. Will see to that soon. Am tired and lazy with the week-before blues. It is not as bad as sometimes though since I am not especially "love starved." I wish I would get rid of these damn mood swings and cramps. I finished my blouse and the purple pants today. The pants fit cool. Also got through chap 2 of Cindy, roughly 1/8th done in less than a week. I am so proud. Tomorrow is a Friday. I only had one class today which made me lazy. Went up town for a few odds and ends and exchanged my typewriter ribbon actually without a qualm. I'm coming along famously on my poise and brass!
Of course it rather stretches me to talk to someone like Dr McFarlnae but I need to be stretched and I damn well know it--even if it pinches a little. But I don't think I'd enjoy sleeping with a guy I have to stretch for. I couldn't give myself freely and relax. But I might try it sometime. Occasionally I deplore my low taste (?) in men but the 'classy' ones drink and screw about the same way. So why bother? May as well be comfy and enjoy it. It is supposed to be 'fun'. Without Dusty for the first, Bud would have killed me and Dale "Smoky" would have absolutely blown my mind. Of course a bed is a darn sight better than the back area of a VW bug! I'd like to have another chance with Dusty in a king sized bed with music and maybe just one drink apieace. I have picked up quite a bit of savvy in "seven short lessons" from a couple of highway cassanovas! It is good to be 'with it' again anyway. I was really turned off all fall. Everyone can almost see the difference in me now. . Maybe I am too much on the prowl but I don't think so...
Pictures. Not mine. But just to think about! A bug and a bed--and no bedbugs LOL The rear seat in the Beetle would fold down and make a flat baggage or storage area. Not a lot of room. Don't ask. Last alone--the jumper I remade. It was high-waisted, empire waist and snug through the middle then flared into a multi-gore skirt. I did love it though it was kind of olive reen normally not a fave color.
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