Another one-post week. So very little seemed to be happening, really. I was not bored, per se, but just plugging along on auto-pilot much of the time and existing rather than living. What is there to write about in that? Why did everything becaome so meaningless, hard but also too easy?
July 14, 1968 Sunday
The weeks slide by like boxcats on a fast moving freight. I manage to keep reasonably busy and fairly out of trouble. I did write to Jim M and he did not answer. Ii also wrote to Dusty but then did not mail it, thinking maybe I'd go over there instead but could not make up my mind, much less do it.
Today I fixed myself a big old fashioned breakfast and hiked out to mile 34 (ATSF track mile) and took some picture . Came back and got the boxes stacked in the storage room and cleaned up the living room. I fixed tuna salad for dinner and have spent the evening writing letteo the three NM colleges--just out of curiosity, studying Busienss Law and even got a bath and washed my hair this afternoon. I am proud of myself for all those accomplishments LOL. I decided to buy the Boss a hat at Goodwill so I have to break my $20 tomorrow. No sweat.. What is money for except spending?
No news or thrills or anything like that. Life, in fact, plods on rather dully. Only one more week of school for awhile. I've got to take a break I guess I will go back to California but not right away...
As the saying goes, that's all she wrote. I apparently got through the last week of SS #1 and had already decided I needed to take a little time off and be sure what way I wanted to go as the fall term came around. I was not quite flat broke but getting close. I probably should have seriously looked for a job but I was really rather fried after two intense years of 'higher education' entertwined with family drama and a bit of rumspringa or heel-kicking when I realized I was totally alone and on my own. That wore off rather quickly but I did hang onto Dale for awhile since there were no other ready options. I would often consider trying to find and reach Dusty but not sure how to actually do that and in some ways not wanting to have the final bad news ending, set in cement. My second years grades were not as good as I felt they should be but my average was still well above a "2" and I was in no danger of losing my scholarship, much less the grant--which was not linked to performance other than not failing out. I was basically okay for two more years. What would happen then? I pulled a Scarlet O'Hara and decided I would think about it later.. Look how much had changed in just half of that potential total four years?
The one photo--Until the end of the current classes, I had only been to a few in this building. For the next two years it was one of my 'homes away from home' as almost all the histoty classes were held here as were some of the huanities and other peripheal departments that were part of my second two years of work to include graduate courses. This building still stands very little changed although the landscaping is not as austere with more shrubbery and such.
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