1966
What a day! Sr. Cervantes took me to see the Pantheon Frances - a cemetery. It is beautiful! All the rich families have crypts there - little chapels with stained glass windows.
Then we saw the Social Security Building and blocks and blocks of hospitals.
In the afternoon I took a siesta, then we went for a ride. I saw the Estadio Azteca, a beautiful new stadium for soccer. Capacity: 100,000 people!
And then! I met Sr. Cervantes nephew, Juan, who is studying publicity and advertising - just what I want to study. He’s a doll - and offered to take me to the University sometime.
Goodnight.
1978
Just saw “American Graffiti” for the first time. I never realized how good it was; thought it was just another nostalgia flick. But if AG is a nostalgia flick, so is “A Man for All Seasons”. It made me think about the kids I went to school with. There were a lot of familiar faces there - - - the class president and his girlfriend, his less-popular buddy, their nerdy friend, and all the small, private experiences of adolescence. The things you never tell anyone until much, much later. Not your parents, not your best friends, not anyone. There is so much I kept to myself when I was in high school. Not until later did I feel I could open up to anyone.
Comment 2023
And some secrets will die with me. Just as well.
1986
Amnio wasn’t so bad. The worst part was pulling the bandaid off tonight. Yeow! The sonogram was kind of neat, though it was really hard to see anything. The baby is only 6 or seven inches long, and it was all curled up. We could see its head and some of its body, and an arm and a hand. Very snowy picture. How anyone thinks they can see anything, I really don’t know. But we now have a funny little picture of the baby sort of in profile. But it’s over, and I feel fine.
Kiddo is really into “being a girl” these days. She wants a baby sister, not a brother (“I don’t like baby brothers”). The amnio will show us. If it’s a girl, we’ll just let her go on. If it’s a boy, we have 4 more months to turn her around.
2024
Three days into COVID. When I’m sick in bed, I doze off to Jane Austen. I’ve finished Emma, Pride and Prejudice, Northanger Abbey, and am halfway through Sense and Sensibility. Hooray for audiobooks, especially if they are read by Juliet Stevenson.