August 14, 1997
Well, I have to admit. This is scary. Maiden voyage and all that. I have worked hard on these pages trying
to get them up and running. Writing like crazy in my personal journal, but gleefully ignoring
this one. Now, there is no more stalling. The time has come, the time is now.
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I spent the greater part of the day working on these pages at the office. And now it is 8:00 p.m. and here I sit at the computer in my living room working away. It was a slow day. For that I am greatful. I hope for the same tomorrow. I would
like to really be finished - only to have to input my daily recordings.
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Dad called this evening. Now this is a daily event. Either he calls or we call him. It has to be
that way. Otherwise, we would have to go over to the house afterwork to check on him.
The housekeeper is quiting in another 2 weeks. And we have yet to find someone to
replace her. My husband and I thought we had the problem solved. We had finally convinced
Pop of selling his house and we would both purchase two garden homes, side by side. Tonight
saw the end to that idea. Pop doesn't want to leave for at least 6 more months.
He ended our conversation with "See you Saturday Journi, I have lots of work for you and Keith (my husband)
to do around here and I need groceries (we shop weekly for him) and re-fills on my
medication." Hmmmmm. There goes another Saturday. Our lives are not our own.
But what do you do? You love them. They need you. They won't cooperate. So what do you do?
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I see that writing in this journal is going to be easier than I thought. Just get me started on poor Pop, and off I go. Anyway
dear friends and readers, this is a poor excuse for an entry, but it is my
first one (made public, that is). I wish you all a good night.
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