February 25, 1965

Things I know about: trochanteric bursitis and Little Lord Fauntleroy

February 25, 1965

I'm going to the C.Y.O. dance. Bob found out about V - he read my letter to Cousin Brucie. He told Mom. He didn't tease me. At least he "approves" of V - he didn't like R. Then again, neither did I. He was just a boy who liked me. I do like V - I don't care who knows it. The rehearsal was lousy. Only 3 acts showed up. I got a sore throat, so I'll rest up.

February 25, 1997

I awoke last night (or in the dark before dawn) filled with pain and worry. My hips, shoulders and back hurt again, despite the exercise. And the concerns of all my busy demands are pressing in. I need to do some big things to remove them from my mind at night.

- San Antonio research and reservations

- van for Baltimore

- $$ for women’s retreat

- job description to Charlie

February, 25 2023

Hey, 1997 Jo! Maybe your hips, shoulders and back hurt because of the exercise! What a doofus.

2023 update: ice packs and ibuprofen are working wonders for my latest bout with trochanteric bursitis. (That’s bursitis in the outer hip, a thing I have learned in my old age.)  

I have only one big thing on my to-do list: revisions and illustration permissions for a book chapter. The revisions are done, but I have been waking up and worrying about how to get the permissions for the two images I need. With the March 1 deadline looming…BUT WAIT!…I re-read the editor’s email and it is not due until MARCH 27!

For the curious, the chapter is for a book about men’s clothing and masculinity. It’s about the gendering of boys’ clothing in the USA since back when they wore white baby dresses and Lord Fauntleroy suits. Lucky for me, Little Lord Fauntleroy is in the public domain. Here’s an article I wrote a l-o-n-g time ago out the lad and the fad. (There is a weird stray paragraph in the beginning that was not in the original article.)