I had a big day yesterday. Bricky came and brought me some choc-chip cookies. We went shopping -- to the Pay & Save -- where I bought two necessities of life: a couple of crossword puzzle books and some small Hershey bars. She also took me here to the office and learned where to go for books to read -- here in the activity room (or whatever).
Then Kay took me to dinner -- after calling me first, of course -- Besides a change of menu, I enjoyed a "niece-aunt" tete-tete [sic]. We always have a lot to talk about: people and things.
I feel sort of let-down today, and I haven't accomplished anything much as of 1:30 PM. None of my usual activities seem to attract me. I am working on block #14 of Kristi's quilt, a third yellow one. I have finished two of pink, green, red and lavender and three blues. I intend to make twenty-four altogether.
October 19th, 1982
Yesterday, my telephone was connected and immediately I got calls from Judy, Bricky, Kay and Gloria. Judy has been reading my old diaries and commented some on that subject. Bricky and Red are going to Hawaii the last of the month. She said she was coming to see me Wednesday (tomorrow). Kay's conversation was entertaining as always. She told me of her ex-sister-in-law, whose husband had just died of a heart attack as did Kay's husband and their mother. The widow wore a long, light green formal to the funeral. I finished a square (blue) for Kristi's quilt.
October 17, 1982
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.
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.
Oct 15, 1982
I missed a day!
I moved night before last -- away from "Mae", Gloria instigated it. I have an acceptable "cell-mate". She is pleasant, but she has got 'things." She has enough "stuff" in her room to furnish an apartment, and of course it runs over into the bathroom. It is good that I have so few belongings; I can conveniently keep them in my room. Incidentally, Gloria and Hal moved me, for which I do thank them. Also, Gloria has "dropped by" a few times. I manage to keep busy. I have Kristi's crazy quilt I work on every day. I now have finished twelve blocks -- 12" each, and I plan to make twenty-four. Then, I have started to tat a pendant for a Christmas tree. Then, there are always crossword puzzles!
I wore a dress to dinner last night, and my friend Bob remarked about it in a complimentary way, as did another male whose name I think is Dick. All the "help" around here seem to know me. Even one of the boys who help serve meals called me Winnie yesterday.
I don't like to complain (or do I?) but I do wish my family would call on me; I get lonely for my family!
I moved night before last -- away from "Mae", Gloria instigated it. I have an acceptable "cell-mate". She is pleasant, but she has got 'things." She has enough "stuff" in her room to furnish an apartment, and of course it runs over into the bathroom. It is good that I have so few belongings; I can conveniently keep them in my room. Incidentally, Gloria and Hal moved me, for which I do thank them. Also, Gloria has "dropped by" a few times. I manage to keep busy. I have Kristi's crazy quilt I work on every day. I now have finished twelve blocks -- 12" each, and I plan to make twenty-four. Then, I have started to tat a pendant for a Christmas tree. Then, there are always crossword puzzles!
I wore a dress to dinner last night, and my friend Bob remarked about it in a complimentary way, as did another male whose name I think is Dick. All the "help" around here seem to know me. Even one of the boys who help serve meals called me Winnie yesterday.
I don't like to complain (or do I?) but I do wish my family would call on me; I get lonely for my family!
Oct. 13, 1982
Since I have this empty book, I feel that I should do something with it. A daily journal would be appropriate, reporting happenings in this "haven" for old ladies. Of course there are men here, too, but not only are they in the minority, they are -- as a group -- more nearly normal.
Next door to my room is a sitting room in which is a T.V. Last eve, about 7 o'clock, the T.V. emitted loud noises. I went to see what was going on and there was a woman (what else?) sitting listening to the T.V. I asked her courteously if she was hard of hearing and she admitted that she was. I said that it was offensively loud and she responded: "Why? Are you going to bed? "No," I said "I was just trying to read." I went back to my room and she did turn it down, and then "off" about 9 o'clock.
Next door to my room is a sitting room in which is a T.V. Last eve, about 7 o'clock, the T.V. emitted loud noises. I went to see what was going on and there was a woman (what else?) sitting listening to the T.V. I asked her courteously if she was hard of hearing and she admitted that she was. I said that it was offensively loud and she responded: "Why? Are you going to bed? "No," I said "I was just trying to read." I went back to my room and she did turn it down, and then "off" about 9 o'clock.
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