August 8

1965 Jo is back, 1966 Jo leaves Mexico in three days.

1965 (Camp Maria Pratt, Connecticut)

We had a Gay 90s day today at the waterfront! Our unit had a fun house and counselor “sponge bath”. I got sponged. The staff put on a melodrama. Danny played Lilly, Pip was the villain, Sparki was the good guy and I was the villain’s henchman. Everyone fell in the water half way through the thing.

Fun!

Comment 2023

Proof of the corrupting influence of Girl Scouts, that raving liberal organization. First, a GAY (90s) event at a camp for young girls? And a drag performance with the director’s son playing a young woman and all the male roles performed by women!!!!!

The Horror!!!!!!!!!!

Also: 1965 Jo appears to have rediscovered her diary. Welcome back!

1966 (Mexico)

Went to the Basilica de Guadalupe today. It’s lovely. There are two main buildings. One tilts right and the other tilts left. Went to school. The lights went out and I guess it was all the lights in that area.

Came home. Juan called me “my love” and kissed me several times. Does he really?

I am beginning to like him more. On the way home I didn’t even think of Raul.

Comment 2024

I am starting to wonder what Jane Austen would do with this little saga.

1979

I have made up a master list of chores and posted it by the calendar. It doesn’t seem like so much to do, if done a little at a time. If only we can keep up! What this means is trying to see if a child is within our capabilities. Right now it isn’t, since we can’t even manage a two-bedroom, one bath apartment. That’s actually a relief. My reaction is surprising. What am I really afraid of? Or avoiding? Poor health? Conflict with Jim? Less time for my work? Failure? Loss of friends? Loss of looks? Yet I see it as an opportunity for growth for me, for Jim, and for us, despite the difficulties. I even have names in my head. Andrew Robert, Constance Diane, Laura Constance…now that’s nice.

Comment 2024

Very amusing. We are back in a two-bedroom apartment. The chore list is in our heads. Not everything gets done, but at least the bathrooms are (usually) clean.

2002

I find I can pretty much be self-disciplined from when ever I get up (7-ish) until about 2  or 3. Then I let go and say the hell with it. That goes for work, house projects, eating right, etc. It occurs to me that it ain’t so shabby; that’s 7 or 8 hours a day. 

I also notice that when I am interrupted, it is very hard to reconnect. 

I am waking up very achey these days. Knees, calves, shoulders, not sure why. So I am exercising more to see if that helps at all.

I love my kids. I love Jim. I love my doggies. Life is good.

2023

So August 8 is another of those days when not much happened, at least after 1979. Either that, or I was so busy on those days that I didn’t have time to write. Your guess is as good as mine.

2024

Q: Why is it satisfying to realize that my body started to ache in the morning 22 years ago, when I was in my fifties?

A: Because it hasn’t gotten any worse.