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Welcome to the domain different--to paraphrase from New Mexico's capital city of Santa Fe which bills itself "The City Different." Perhaps this space is not completely unique but my world shapes what I write as well as many other facets of my life. The four Ds figure prominently but there are many other things as well. Here you will learn what makes me tick, what thrills and inspires me, experiences that impact my life and many other antidotes, vignettes and journal notes that set the paradigm for Dierdre O'Dare and her alter ego Gwynn Morgan and the fiction and poetry they write. I sell nothing here--just share with friends and others who may wander in. There will be pictures, poems, observations, rants on occasion and sometimes even jokes. Welcome to our world!

Monday, April 6, 2026

Memoir Monday, April 13, 1968

 It as April now, and the light at the end of the tunnel was the end of my second college year, not an oncoming train, though some days it felt that way. I was feeling a need and a desire to make changes but rather uncertain as to what and how and when. Change part of my academic focus?  "Escape"from the confines of dorm living and/or plan to have at least a roommate or two?  Take a 'vacation' for at least part of the summer  and set assignments and deadlines and study aside for awhile? It was not easy or painless. but as so many things in my life have actually done, it all fell in place and worked out as well as I could have hoped. I do see and know I have been blessed and protected and guided in so many obscure and even not-realized ways most of my life. Thanks to my guardian angel--gosh they have beenso  overworked. BTW I visualize a being with aspects of both genders though mainly feminine. Things truly do happen for a reason. But the detours and the bumps and potholes can be challenging! This will all come out in the next two  months so stay tuned. Ha ha.

April 7, 1968 Sunday

Yesterday turned out fairly okay. Got off to a good start . Oddly, Forester Ray passed me with a beep and a friendly  wave in the little green VW as I walked up to the bus depot.  Usual ride down the canyon to Cottonwood; apparently not a driver I knew. No one met me so I called Nancy's.. Don was there and came down to get me. I got the transfer papers all fixed up for Chief. Sam Slaughter was just drippy sweet (damned old two faced SOB) despite giving David and Annie Lee, Chief's new family, a big scare story about what a mean outlaw the old horse was. No longer a stallion,  as the guy keeping him had him gelded, which was necesary since he carried that Equine VD or miscarriage fever. I always felt that worthless mare Scalet had brought it to the herd. Why we even tried to breed her, I have no idea!  Anyway spent the rest of the day at Nancy and Don's. Went riding with him,. He gets aong with Leo pretty well and I enjoyed riding Buzzie. She is so fat the saddle will hardly stay on her back! She may be bred to Leo; if not, they will try again. 

Back on the bus in time,  I was $20 richer since Nancy bought the big old saddle for Leo. Jim, the guy keeping Chief, is to give me t he rest of the money, $50, when the Lees pay him I am a little ticked at the whole thing but I'm going to wind up wtih $70 I had not expected.  Haven't heard a thing from Dale. I am glad I was not counting on it or especially wanting him to be here this weekend.  I will probably have to hire myself out as a waitress soon to meet any guys! Somehow the "college men" do not dig me nor I them. So much for catching a good husband, Whoi needs one?

Well, better get some clothes down to wash and clean up this dump a bit. I got Chapter 14 of Cindy done, so just two more to finish by Wednesday. Have the cramps but not too bad. I'm glad I got most of my homework done . Today I can just sort of relax. The next three days will be hectic. And the whole 'vacation' will be the same. After that comes the last long stretch to the wire and I've got to reach down and get some extra giddyup-go and hit all the key things solidly.

April 8, 1968 Monday

Monday again. At least next Monday I won't have to be here. That is a small consolation.  But I have so damn much to do the next three day , until noon on Wednesday. That theme from G,B&U keeps echoing in my mind. And it is Ray to some degree The Bad reminded me of, mostly the eyes and the moustach. 

April 9, 1968 Tuesday

Well here it is almost that time. Twenty four hors from now I'll be about to arrive at San Bernardio.  I had a small surprise or two today. It flew by anyway.  Went up to Mr Davis' office and could scarcely talk. My voice went out last night. I hate having toforce words out. It makes me so tired.  Anyway. I got my progress report done and turned in and did the 4A and 4B Dapr progrm. They are probably wrong but anyway. Dale called while I was at class and again about 4:00. He came to get me in a silver-green Mustang (rented) and we went driving, up to the snow bowl and parked a while and talked and then went to dinner.  He broguht me back to  camput for my evening class. It let out as soon as we finsihed the test. I was sorry I couldn't reach Dale but I got nearly all my packing done, got prettified and that was probalby better than loving it up until midnight. But I bet he spends a restlss night. He is on his way to Albuquerque but is going to wait and see me off first. Funny, how much better he looks in a cool car than limping up on foot. Shame on this material girl! I was rather touched that he rented this car to dive me around and is going to hitch hike or dead head with a bus to Albuquerque. He's planning some things, I gather. Don't want to get soft headed about him and I won't but I was just in a bad mood the other day. I do at least like him.

Well, until 10:30 in the morning, two claasses and I will be free and ready to roll. Wiil have about three hours to mess arund and then I'll be off for a hectic holiday and he'll be off to hell-knows-what.  He is so much like Dusty--and I think he is more attached to me than he'd like to admit but I don't intend to make the error of being overconfident and too sure of anyone anymore, Not after Dusty. I still do not understand why...and that hurt so muchs.

April 10, 1968

So today I go--in about two hours. I'll be with Dale ,maybe in the rented mustang and in a bit more I'll be on the train heading west. Have 2000 things to worry about but I'm going to leave them behind for the duration and enjoy my 'vacation'. It will be fun to see Judy again and spend hours talking and all. See you in San Bernardino!

A mishmash of pictures. First poor cChief. This was at Clemenceau but i almost wept to see him look so bad. I have no idea how long he lived or what really happened to him after I sold him. Anotehr to lay at the Old Man's door,, IMO.  Next me on  Leo showing the big stout roping saddle which had been The Boss's. It was heavy 65# or so. At least this horse was sick and pathetic.  And one green VW, yet another in what became almost a collection of mine.--blue, green, tan.... They were *very* common on campuses at this era.







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