Yesterday was a Red-letter Day. Aside from it being my 65th wedding anniversary, I was fortunate to share it with Gloria. She came about 11:30, took me out to lunch and then helped me to start my laundry, which I managed to finish.
I find I am becoming increasingly down-hearted. I keep thinking it could be lessened if my family would visit me oftener, but I presume it really boils down to the fact that it is brought about by a state of min that I could control?
I sort of count on my meal times to help raise my spirits. But those sharing my table contradict such a hope. There's "Haughty Helen", as Gloria calls her, who spends the whole meal time in picking at Lillie; the way she eats, etc. And Lillie herself, who is not too alert but amiable enough. The fourth is "Mae", my old roommate (ap't mate); She has an unattractive eating habit of grunting while eating. She sounds very much like the pigs on the farm -- and she belches often and loud.
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