Category Archives: catching up

Driving around town

Friday, February 10, 1939
41st Day–324 Days to Follow

Murray had the car fixed. Mary drove it home. Bill Poeling brought M.E. home from the garage. Mae came for awhile.

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Friday, February 10, 2012

Today I stuck around the house until time to pick up my check, then I drove up to the bank to have it deposited. I drove back home and got ready for work, and when I got there I found out it was to be my last shift. The night flew right by, and I said my goodbyes and “I promise to shop here”s and hit the road again. I stopped for a celebratory teriyaki takeaway from the shop up the street, then came home to the still, quiet house and settled in to finish the last of Breaking Bad.

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A cold, disagreeable day.

Thursday, February 9, 1939
40th Day–325 Days to Follow

Murray and Mr. Gatliff went to Mesa after some coal. Mary and I spent all day in the living-room at the fire. I sewed on Billy’s shirt. Mrs. Mumford called for some lemons. The missionary society met with Mrs. Graves. Murray saw Armstead.

A cold, disagreeable day.

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

A cold, rain-soaked day here, but not exactly disagreeable. I cleaned some but mostly stayed in my room with the efficient little room heater. Our living room fire doesn’t seem to cut it these days, unless it’s been roaring for hours, and we don’t exactly have the cash to throw toward a high gas bill. So retreat we will, to smaller rooms and under blankets.

Later I made migas for dinner and we ate together before going out into the Everett night life, where we found a video bar one of J’s coworkers suggested. It was fun, even on the slow night. We’ll be back again, hopefully on a weekend night to see if it lives up to its potential.

And Memo’s entry has me wondering in which city, exactly, were they living? I had always heard that they were East Valley-ers, but “Murray went to Mesa” makes me think otherwise… I’ll have to do a little more digging to find out where they were in the 30s.

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Music and quilts

Tuesday, February 7, 1939
38th Day–327 Days to Follow

Murray and I went to see Mr. & Mrs. Grimes and Laura & Lee.

Mrs. Kirchoff gave me her quilt blocks.

I went to choir practice.

Elizabeth, Mrs. Graves and I were there. Jane played her composition.

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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Disciplined, I am not. I have a few abandoned projects waiting to be finished even since we moved to this house in July. I think I’d be a lot like Mrs. Kirchoff up there, handing over blocks that I inevitably failed to assemble into a quilt. My guitar sits in its case in the corner of my room, slowly falling out of tune again. Books are stacked eight-deep on my bedside table, and I haven’t finished even one. Well, just one. But it was short, and I can only just count it as a legitimate book. Sometimes I get caught up in needing to feel more productive than spending an afternoon reading might feel.

I’m calling shenanigans on myself and these silly made-up rules.

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Back to work

Tuesday, January 31, 1939
31st Day–334 Days to Follow

Mary, M.E. and I went to Phoenix. Got him a new suit. Came back by the church to set tables. Went home, fried donuts, and came back to the mission exhibit & talk on Burma. Good crowd there. Got Mary shoes in Phoenix.

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Today was another work day, though I started kind of late. I cruised through the first couple of hours and ran upstairs to check my phone: nothing. Checked again on lunch: nothing. I sat down with a heavy heart and the phone immediately began to ring. I walked into the back room to answer and finally heard what I’d been hoping for since before Christmas – that the job in Everett is mine. Instantly my mood lifted and my headache even abated a little bit. The rest of work was easier to handle, even with screaming children and cranky folks needing groceries at the end of their long work days.

I came home and celebrated a bit with J, then we tried to finish United States of Tara but fell short by three episodes. She’s off to Canada this weekend, so we’ll have to wait until next week to find out how they wrap up all of the craziness by the series finale.

Funny, too,  I was thinking I wanted to make donuts.

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Everyone’s catching up

10 doz. eggs brought $3.60

Monday, January 30, 1939
30th Day–335 Days to Follow

M.E. & Mary went to the show, to see “Marie Antoinette.” I washed today. Mary went to register. She came home on the bus. I met her and took the eggs to Leonard.

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Monday, January 30, 2012

Today was super hard, especially knowing I still had a close friend still in Portland. It took everything I had not to get back in the car and drive down for another day. Instead I stayed home, waiting for the phone to ring with a Very Important Call. That call never came. I tried to busy myself with other things, but mostly I just kind of fell into a blue day, especially when the professional organizers came to haul more stuff away. I wished with all my might that I had space to keep so much of this…stuff. I know, that probably makes me a hoarder. It just kills me thinking that someone’s things are headed toward the dumpster/recycling center – especially when the world is overrun with junk already. But I don’t have the time to repurpose things…I was too busy feeling sorry for myself, you know.

Later in the evening J and I watched some of United States of Tara, then both of us went to bed kind of early; another sucky Monday on the books.

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Portland delivers

Sunday, January 29, 1939
29th Day–336 Days to Follow

We all went to S.S. and church. The choir sang “He is Able.” Mr. Hall brought Mrs. Ler Harr to church. We went to hear W.R. Stewart to-night, on “Old Age Pensions.”

We took Mrs. Smith home. M.E. and Mary went to see “Marie Antoinette” Monday night. Grace & Dale were there.

Mary went to League.

Mrs. J.J. Huber was killed tonight.

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I don’t know who Mrs. J.J. Huber was in relation to my great-grandmother, but my heart was struck with sadness just the same. I guess it’s the word “killed,” rather than “died.” I’m left wondering morbid thoughts…car accident? Farm accident?

Sunday arrived in Portland the same as Saturday did – to the stomp stompings of little feet upstairs. We rambled on again over coffee, then decided to go out in the rain for biscuits. We ate outside Pine State Biscuits under the awning, everyone bundled up against the cold. After breakfast we all drove to OMSI to see the Body Worlds exhibit. Maven and I had the oldest daughter much of the time, and it was fun to see her excitement over all of the visible body parts, systems and functions. She was especially interested in all the butt-holes. Truthfully, I was, too.

The kids went back home for naps, so Maven and I returned to our yarn store tour of Portlandia, and we found a pretty great shop in Twisted. The right atmosphere, super friendly staff, great organization, wear-able samples…a great mix of everything. Later we got lost attempting to drive to a New Seasons grocery store off the beaten path, but finally found it. We picked up J, who had come along to see her sister & family south of Portland, then we made it back to Sellwood to enjoy a taco dinner with all the friends. J and I packed up to leave around 7:30, and drove home in frightening rain and wind, but finally made it home with only a few close calls.

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