917 South Avenue
Wilkinsburg, PA
(Grayce & Brook lived in the first floor)
Something quite incredible (at least to my way of thinking) happened to me today -- I got my driver's license. I'm sure that seems like little enough to almost everyone else. But I'm pretty surprized about it. I just never believed I would ever get into a car & not be in the passenger seat -- I suppose I still feel a little range -- I just can't see myself being active in that role, only passive. Well at least I have "official identification" now. I unfortunately mentioned this reason for wanting a license to one of Brook's friends from work & have regretted it -- it is a big joke at Westinghouse now. Anyway -- enough of my nonsense.
How are you? You've had a week (more when you get this) to decide how this new job is affecting you. So tell...I'm anxious to hear. Also, what happened with your car?
Last night I received a surprize phone call from a girl who went to Villanova with me (we used to ride the train together a lot). She was an English major, but we had a lot of classes together since we both took several French courses. It's funny, how you can not hear from someone for a long time & how you can feel when you finally do hear from them. She got married right after graduation & her husband is in the navy so she wasn't in the states at all for the past 3 years. I must admit that I was not exactly overzealous in finding out her new addresses, though , so I really didn't communicate with her at all in these 3 years & she didn't know where I was or what I was doing, either. It was quite a shock to hear her voice on the phone. I suppose she called my parents for the number (she's in Jersey now.) The point of this is that I felt like only a few weeks had gone by -- maybe a month and not all this time. Does time seem to go faster the old we get? I suppose it does because when we were 5, a year was a whole 1/5 of our life -- not 1/24th. Oh well....
It's raining very nicely outside. I like storms (but only when I don't have to be in them). I also like to hear cars going by on the wet street.
This is a boring letter. I know because I went back & read it & I was bored. Unfortunately, yo may not get rid of me yet, because I feel like talking to you!
I thought of you when I saw an advertisement for this book called The Good Goodies (put out by Prevention magazine people ) I think I may buy it since I can't seem to give up sweets completely, so maybe I can at least make more wholesome (no sugar) ones. It's 9>95 in case you'd like it yourself and the address is:
Rodale Press
Organic Park
Emmaus, Pa 18049
No postage & handling is you send payment with order.
I've been amusing myself in various ways lately. Sewing seems to be in my blood every March & November Last week I made a dress for work & a denim skirt (I refuse to pay $28 for a denim skirt that isn't even made well when I can make one myself for $6.) I also bought some gauze to make a blouse. Brook wants me to make us matching ski jackets for Idaho -- but I don't think I'm that good of a seamstress.
I've also begun a new furniture project. Brook bought me an antique oak hall tree (you know, the kind with a seat & hooks for coats, etc). It is really a fine one, but very old & needs lots of work. It had been made known to me that this project was mine & mine alone as a condition of Brook buying this, so I suppose I cannot complain -- but it's a very difficult piece to strip -- full of caring & molding, etc.
My mother & father really were happy that I finally got one since I've always wanted one as long as they can remember. I'm just sorry my father can't be here to hep me finish it -- he's really good at stuff like that & not too busy right now to help. I just must persevere, I guess. I hope I can get it finished before we leave for Idaho.
I've been reading more Doris Lessing. I'm pretty impressed by her & will be sorry to run out of her soon -- only 2 more books to go.
I'm undecided as to whether to have a garden this year. If we leave in the beginning of August, we won't harvest much, but then I suppose the Michauxs would be able to use up most of the stuff.
Well -- I think I've talked on long enough. I hope you're well & happy.
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