Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, January 9, 1968
The alarm clock rang at 5:00, so I roused myself out of bed to turn the thing off. Lloyd and I did chores, and Dad painted some more on the walls. Lloyd and I bid each other the traditional "good morning." As the stars were shining and it was not too cold, I said, "Looks like another nice day." Lloyd's sleepy reply was, "Is it?"
After breakfast, Sandra, Sybil, and I headed to school in the car. Just this side of the bridge we got stuck again. After digging and shoving and digging some more, we were just about out. About that time the car killed and would not start again. With all hopes about shot of getting out for quite a while, Bruce Weber showed up to break ice for his cattle. He pulled us out, and with his battery cables the car started again. He sure saved us from walking, waiting, or just plain "fuming," so we left for school with gratefulness in our hearts. (Sounds good, doesn't it?)
School (we were 20 minutes late) was very similar to 99% of the rest of the school days I've put in throughout my life, except that three semester tests were thrust upon us to be given tomorrow.
At home, I changed clothes and grabbed a sandwich (as usual) and then rode Sassy out to bring in the heavy heifer I couldn't find last night. We did chores and came in to supper. I have been loafing around and writing this ever since. If I can't find something more constructive to do, I'll probably study until bedtime.
The alarm clock rang at 5:00, so I roused myself out of bed to turn the thing off. Lloyd and I did chores, and Dad painted some more on the walls. Lloyd and I bid each other the traditional "good morning." As the stars were shining and it was not too cold, I said, "Looks like another nice day." Lloyd's sleepy reply was, "Is it?"
After breakfast, Sandra, Sybil, and I headed to school in the car. Just this side of the bridge we got stuck again. After digging and shoving and digging some more, we were just about out. About that time the car killed and would not start again. With all hopes about shot of getting out for quite a while, Bruce Weber showed up to break ice for his cattle. He pulled us out, and with his battery cables the car started again. He sure saved us from walking, waiting, or just plain "fuming," so we left for school with gratefulness in our hearts. (Sounds good, doesn't it?)
School (we were 20 minutes late) was very similar to 99% of the rest of the school days I've put in throughout my life, except that three semester tests were thrust upon us to be given tomorrow.
At home, I changed clothes and grabbed a sandwich (as usual) and then rode Sassy out to bring in the heavy heifer I couldn't find last night. We did chores and came in to supper. I have been loafing around and writing this ever since. If I can't find something more constructive to do, I'll probably study until bedtime.