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cuz it's bugging me.

Friday, December 9, 1977
Psalm 43
Day 22

Got up medium. Dressed. Ate breakfast. Read "The Red Pony". Then all four of us went to an Italian fruit stand, and the Key. Came back. Pops went out. He came back about 6:00. Ate dinner. Put on pj's, got in bag. Thank you, Mr. O.

We ate:
  • Breakfast: 1 bowl oatmeal+honey
  • Lunch: 1 1/2 dates, 1 fig, p.nuts, soy nuts, honey+pnuts
  • Dinner--didn't write it.

Saturday, December 10, 1977
Day 23
Psalm 44

Got up late. Dressed. Looked at pictures of JA, the T.S.U.*, Greta, and the puppies. Also saw dear Speedy. Then read, had Sabbath School. We read Genesis 10, Deut. 5, psalms 62, 44 and 117. then pops cooked. Ate Then Pops +T went downstairs to get a snack. They came back. Played scrabble and ate.

I didn't write the food.

(Added 1/29/09 -- I was so tired posting this the other night that I neglected to put in an explanation... something I've been meaning to do but it had never come up.

When we read psalms during the Sabbath Service, whatever the "Psalm of the Day" was would be reduced to it's basic number... in this case 4+4 equals 8. So whatever other psalms equaled 8, we'd read. Again,in this case, 62. It was a way of picking another psalm to read. Also, the first chapter we'd read would be wherever we were in the reading of the entire Bible. We were in Genesis, so we must have started again, having read the Bible in it's entirety, a feat that took a few years seeing as how we read a chapter or two a week. And we always read The Ten Commandments, which are first listed in
Exodus 20, but are repeated in Deuteronomy. We'd read the second version for variety.)

And I also didn't write anything on December 11, other than "Got up medium. Dressed. Ate snack."

*Three Star United

Comments

Fat Lady said…
I don't know what anyone else thinks of these posts - but I love them and I'm glad you're back to it. I know you're just kind of trudging through, to get it done, but I'm enjoying it none-the-less.

I've always loved historical fiction, or history written from an individual's perspective rather than a historian's perspective. The glimpse into a world or time that's different from my experience just captures my imagination.

Reading about your life in these years, knowing that I was doing vastly different things at that time - but not so far away (at least once you're in NYC) is just fascinating to me.

The religious aspects are amazing and captivating to me as well. Being someone who doesn't feel all too comfortable with organized religion and so has never really found a way to incorporate an outward acknowledgment of my spirituality into my everyday life - it fascinates me to read about you all taking the rules and rituals of religion and really making them a serious part of your lives in ways that people who go to a house of worship every week can't manage to.

I could go on and on. These posts are rich with life and vitality and the spirit of individuality and living life on ones own terms.

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