1966
Matehuala, Mexico. We got here in 8 hours, but it seemed shorter. The scenery was and is gorgeous. The mountains are rugged with low vegetation, which dulls the sharp outlines.
Guys whistle or yell or just stare at us. It may sound o.k., but it’s uncomfortable. We ate at the Casa Blanca - taquitos con pollo u un coca-cola.
The weather was hot but the coolth is upon us now. A little boy tried to sell us serapes, frog-skin water bottles, a petrified turtle, and a rattlesnake ashtray.
How nice.
The place we’re at - Las Palmas - a nice. Another Ramada Inn.
Mexico City tomorrow a las tres o cuatro.
1978
I went into DC today, to take more pictures. Also went to G St. to buy fabric for curtains. They are like the blue cotton I got for the pillow downstairs, only a different distribution of colors. The effect, I think it's very nice. Still can't decide what I want to do about a winter coat or raincoat. Two garments? One to do the work of two? Just can't decide!
I got several postcards (my new form of stationary, they cost five cents less to send, and I am more likely to write short letters to errant friends. And my errant brother I might add.) Tomorrow I really will go to the library, to think, plan and rewrite! (The last time I said I would do that, I didn't – – of course.) No piano today, either. But I am improving, I can tell! (Still, the left-hand drags along, and trills are beyond me, as ever.)
Comment 2023
How I miss the old G-Street Fabric Store! Several stories of every kind of material imaginable, in stacks and piles, on rolls leaning against the wall. Hundreds of boxes of buttons. I might still be sewing if G-Street hadn’t moved to the ‘burbs and lost its magic. Driving there on Rockville Pike is not the same as jumping on the Metro. And now I looked at their website and thought, hmmm, Rockville Pike isn’t so horrible.
1986
The date for the amniocentesis is coming up soon. Mostly I think I have just put the worry aside, not thought about it. My fear of miscarriage has faded. I’m left with concern that the tests will find something wrong. For now, I put it to one side. Kiddo loves the baby - - puts her arms around me and kisses my tummy. Last night she felt it move. It had given a couple of pokes, after weeks of just sort of floating and bumping around. I could feel it in there, but its movements were different from what I remember the first time. Already so different, Andrea or Daniel. Guess we’ll know soon.
2019
Saturday we drive. No, first a boat. Then a drive to Ann’s place. Then a 45 minute drive to meet with Ann’s family and friends. Then a 45 minute drive back. Nap. Indian food in Sudbury. Yum! Killing Eve. Sleeeeep.
Comment 2023
Two more days on Star. Leaving Star Island is the worst. So early in the morning, everyone so sad. Then the staff gathers on the dock and chants:
S-T-A-R, S-T-A-R, Oceanic, Oceanic…you WILL come back! You WILL come back! You WILL come back!
And all 200 or so people on the Thomas Leighton reply:
We WILL come back! We WILL come back! We WILL come back!
It’s the promise that makes it bearable.
2024
Last full day on Star Island. It’s cool and gray right now, but there were blueberry pancakes for breakfast and good porch talk before that. Tomorrow we leave the island and head to Westchester County to stay a few days with our friend Connie, aka “C” of the oft-mentioned C & J. J - Jack - died earlier this week, after a descent into dementia and a short time in hospice. A sweet man, gentle, humorous and wise. I hasten to add that no one deserves dementia, not anyone.
Posting last night’s sunset because this evening’s is not guaranteed.
And the barn swallow also said hi.
We WILL come back! Thought you were staying two weeks?