Jan. 6
1937: Got out at 4:30 to hurry home & clean up the house before Bob & Katherine, Victor & Lewis, Al & Winona came over.
 Played bridge.
 Winona won first prize and Vic won the others.
 Had fruit salad, whipped cream, cake and coffee.
 Got to bed late.
1939: Dear Diary,
 My last day at work.
 Margie, Milt. & I went to the Normandy House for lunch to celebrate.
 Milt. & I went home together and played Chinese Checkers in the evening.
 Got to bed late.
1940: Milt. went down to work for a couple of hours today.
 Mrs. S. & Ruth went out as usual.
 I did the shopping and then had a bath, etc.
 Got dressed & dressed Lloyd and walked over to Carrie & George’s.
 Played Bridge & Poker.
 George drove us home.
2013: Spent the day inside, in my pajamas. Listened to a lot of public radio, learning about a city in Honduras that was quasi-designed by an American academic (an economist), that China is cloning trees such that they grow ten times faster than normal trees do and that that country is buying as much of the world’s recycled paper as it can (to make more paper), that children (which means all of us) actually have innate skills for forming language/communicating. Wowee. I think we are all really children at play in the fields of . . . what? The timeline of humanity? The timeline of this ecosystem called planet earth? The timeline of the universe? All of the above? None of the above?
On another note, I am observing that the phrase ‘dropping like flies’ comes from the reality that flies do just drop dead, mid-flight and out of the ether.