Wednesday 6 April 2005
10:32 a.m.

Dropped Everett off at school (see pigeon-toed boy above) and drove over to Mom and Dad’s, where Joan is spending the morning. Had a nice little visit and came home to have breakfast and get some work done. Am in the middle of it right now.

Reading Virginia Woolf’s The Shorter Diary, I note she wondered whether her writing about her friends and acquaintances more than the politics of the time would make her diary less than what it should be; whether it would stand up to posterity, whether the “older” Virginia would one day read it and think it contained nothing of importance. Her diary is full of life, and masterful writing — and isn’t that saying something, for sentences that you dash off in a hurry, without much thought. I want to say to her, “It’s perfect, perfect as it is!”

12:56 p.m.

Ah, about to take a break from working, and go upstairs to forage for some lunch. Stretch the muscles that have compacted from sitting in this terrible chair I bought for $2 from a lady who had no truck to haul her junk away.

Report on Mom’s condition (for if I leave this part out, large numbers of you will be disappointed):
~ back to herself today, and mostly herself yesterday, but it was physically “not a good” day,” she said several times, due to discomfort and general malaise.
~ “Don’t ever die,” she told me after the worst of it was past.

1:16 p.m.

Well, I was going to go upstairs. Turns out the door to upstairs is locked from the other side, so I am going nowhere until Karen gets here to let me out of the basement. Glad she is on her way home, and that she has a cellphone with her. This would be quite a dilemma otherwise.

The things I won't do to get my sisters to come over, eh? Tonight they will both be here, singing with me and Steve.

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