Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, February 5, 1968
Today turned out to be a rather uneventful and downright boring day. True to my dire predictions and prophesies, I turned out sick. Dad called me at 6:30, and inquired as to how I felt. "Except for a sore throat, a headache, a slight fever, and general aches and pains, I feel 'pert as a jaybird'," was my reply.
Needless to say, I made no attempt to get ready for school, but turned over and went back to sleep. I woke again at 10:00 and requested a piece of toast. Being rather hungry, I gobbled down four pieces of toast. I just lay around and listened to the radio until dinner time.
One news item was heard on the radio that might change world happenings. Just lately, a United States spy ship was caught in North Korea. Both United States and North Korean officials agreed that the ship, the USS Pueblo, and its crew should be freed.
For dinner, I had a glass of chocolate milk, two slices of plain white bread, and a few cookies. Sandra also stayed home from school today. She was not as sick as I was and am, but she didn't want to get a relapse of the flu.
Mr. Card called up over the noon hour. He wanted to see how I was getting along—whether I was sick enough to be excused for staying home. No, I do not think that was his motive as he is a pretty nice guy. He reported that he had been sick over the week-end so knew what I was going through.
Dad took Sybil to school today. Bonnie Weber, taking her kids to school at the same time, followed them in. Greg remarked to his mom, "Boy, Steve sure isn't driving as straight as usual; he must be nervous." Dad was trying to drive and wrestle with Sybil at the same time—with not very good driving results.
I read a couple chapters in "My Home on the Range," by Margaret Kennedy, until I fell asleep at 1:30. I woke up at 4:30 and read some more. I've really been catching up on my sleep today, even if I haven't accomplished anything else.
Sandra and I are pretty much over our sieges of the flu by now, but Dad and Nancy Jean are just getting a good start. None of us have had it as bad as some people in the country.
Mom drove to town to pick up Sybil. I didn't even know they had gone until they returned. I was too busy "sawing wood."
After a scant supper, I continued my reading. It is a good book about a young bride's attempt in adjusting to the routine of being a ranch wife.
I'll probably have trouble getting to sleep tonight because of my over-abundance all day.
Today turned out to be a rather uneventful and downright boring day. True to my dire predictions and prophesies, I turned out sick. Dad called me at 6:30, and inquired as to how I felt. "Except for a sore throat, a headache, a slight fever, and general aches and pains, I feel 'pert as a jaybird'," was my reply.
Needless to say, I made no attempt to get ready for school, but turned over and went back to sleep. I woke again at 10:00 and requested a piece of toast. Being rather hungry, I gobbled down four pieces of toast. I just lay around and listened to the radio until dinner time.
One news item was heard on the radio that might change world happenings. Just lately, a United States spy ship was caught in North Korea. Both United States and North Korean officials agreed that the ship, the USS Pueblo, and its crew should be freed.
For dinner, I had a glass of chocolate milk, two slices of plain white bread, and a few cookies. Sandra also stayed home from school today. She was not as sick as I was and am, but she didn't want to get a relapse of the flu.
Mr. Card called up over the noon hour. He wanted to see how I was getting along—whether I was sick enough to be excused for staying home. No, I do not think that was his motive as he is a pretty nice guy. He reported that he had been sick over the week-end so knew what I was going through.
Dad took Sybil to school today. Bonnie Weber, taking her kids to school at the same time, followed them in. Greg remarked to his mom, "Boy, Steve sure isn't driving as straight as usual; he must be nervous." Dad was trying to drive and wrestle with Sybil at the same time—with not very good driving results.
I read a couple chapters in "My Home on the Range," by Margaret Kennedy, until I fell asleep at 1:30. I woke up at 4:30 and read some more. I've really been catching up on my sleep today, even if I haven't accomplished anything else.
Sandra and I are pretty much over our sieges of the flu by now, but Dad and Nancy Jean are just getting a good start. None of us have had it as bad as some people in the country.
Mom drove to town to pick up Sybil. I didn't even know they had gone until they returned. I was too busy "sawing wood."
After a scant supper, I continued my reading. It is a good book about a young bride's attempt in adjusting to the routine of being a ranch wife.
I'll probably have trouble getting to sleep tonight because of my over-abundance all day.