For awhile I was not writing very much. Was it that dull or that busy or had I just tired of the exercise of recording my daily life? Perhaps all of the above. At least I did write once and then more on the actual day, between the two kind of a summary of who, what and where for the duration. This whole summer was a block out of time in some odd ways. The move had chosen a fork in my life; there were inevitable results and once you take a route, there is no rewind or undo. So it was another period of adjustment, maybe finally really breaking free of a big block of the past? I did need to!!
June 19, 1968, Wednesday
SS #1 is going. I'm registerd, paid and have attended classed twice. I ended up taking Biogenetics and Business Law. Not quite sure how that happened but here I am. Still no sign of Dale. Maybe hs is ticked at me for not letting him know Iwold be gone. Tuff-tish. Carolyn is in the process of moving and we'll both save mo I think I can make it through SS#2 taking only Stats now. I'm not keen on it but should get it out of the way. I may have to work then, but that is okay.
Don't feel too good today. I woke up with a headache after fighting new versions of old problems in my dreams all night. I wish I'd quit that. I guess it just proves my resentments and worries of old are just submerged into the subconscious level.
Got my grades this morning, three 1s, two 2s and one 7 as I had expected. If I can make it a 1 for Data Processing, I'd be good.I hope to swing two ones this session and a least a 3 in Stats if I do take that,. Got the box for Mom ready. I bought her two really cute dresses at Goodwill for 40 cents a piece Also bought a desk and chair for $7.50. They were wicked to haul home on foot but I had to have a place to work. This week I have to get organized and get a schedule going to start on some writing projects. And of course. I wannt to get some more sewing done, too. But I sure feel lazy. It's quite hot for Flag and everyone is complianing. This little place is really quite cool, being on the east side and sheltered from the afternoon sun. Lucky there.
What else is new? Nohing that I know of right now. The walk down to campus may be rather ugly when the snow flies. Well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I'm collecting lots of numbers for Charlie Mike and maybe I can get some photos over the weekend. Want to cheer him up as much as I can. He is really not happy or even comfortable and I feel bad for him.None of the mess is his fault, after all.
June 22, 1968 Saturday
The longest day of the year has come and gone and I didn't even notice. Once Dusty wrote me a ltter on hte first day of summer, about a million years ago, when he had just kissed me once... Yes, I still remember.
Carolyn got moved in on Thursday and we talked late. In a way its nice to have a roomie again. When we get some of our execess stuff stored in Helen and Carol's spare room, we won't even be too crowded.
Guess what--last night or evening when we were cleaning up after dinner ther was za knock on the door. Carol answered, thinlking it weas Les, and did a double take at the tall figure clad in Confederate--I mean Greyhound--grey. He'd just gotten in from Albuquerque and hoped to finally find me at home. He said he'd come by last Sunday evening. I must have either been asleep or in the tub. I was home by then, I know. We spent most of the evening snuggling on the little couch while he smoked dozens of cigs and tried to talk me into going over to the hotel. I wouldn' tghough, mostly just to see how he put up with it.He's kind of sweet and cute and moslty seems yunger than me even if he wil be 30 on November 13. I could almost like him a lot but I guess I'm nore particular or less driven than when I first met Dusty. They are a lot alike, though. Arrogant and ignorant and defiant and and scared inside. {An almost cold assesment? Somewhat, but those traits were there.}
I know I pulled Dale out of the skid row chute. It is a bit of an awesome responsibility and now I have to be careful not to hurt him and leave him back where we met. My pride miight be bruised a little but he's got to be the one to quit needing me. I'll just have to be careful not to get PG because that would throw a hitch in the whole situation. And if he's around a lot it may take some doing to say no sometimes. That's why I had to try it last night. If he will pay for the pills, I'll take them. Not sure the process to get the prescription but could find out. I'll make that proposition if needed.
Pictures? I never had one of Dale and not sure why looking back. Well I did get one but it was blurred; when we were at the motel in Phoenix, at the pool and I tossed it. I cannot picture his face today, the brown short hair, the blue eyes, and nice teeth but nothing is clear. No, he was not one of the "loves of my life". Sad? Not really, just true. So I drop a shot of the apartment building that became home for two years and saw quite a bit of Dale, actually. It was not an unhappy place for me. I took this in 2013 when I made a trip from Alamo. My place was to the left of that entry alcove. The yard was mostly shaded and fairly nice. It was just a block from the mainline double track then used by Santa Fe. I came to know and even love the train sounds, 24/7/365!
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