Paul and I plan to go to college for the summer semester. I am with a couple of women and we are in a car. (I don’t know who is driving). We see Jeanne G. on the street by the college. She joins us. I am looking for a place to rent for Paul and I. I see a fancy place close by the campus but know it would be too expensive. We stop at a cafe and I ask the owner about a place to rent. He rents apartments. He gets on his scooter to show me one. The other women take a while to come to the car. The apartment is up a few flights of stairs. Two guys live there right now. They leave. The apartment is old and does not have a dishwasher. I open the curtains. It has a nice view. I can see the campus on the left and the ocean in the front. The ocean is pretty far away and there are industrial type buildings between the apartment and the ocean.
10/8/25 Denise Does Not Mince Words!
I am with Denise. We go to see a young, religious leader like Charlie Kirk. For some reason we HAD to see this leader. We are in a small group sittlng outside with the leader. Denise asks him if he knows the word, Kilgore. He doesn’t know it. She explains it. She is very articulate and does not mince words. Denise and I then walk away. Later we are sitting outside and see a procession with the leader and a few others. They are all dressed in orange robes like Catholic priests.
A scene: I get a picture of a religious leader in the mail who is a young man and I throw it out. Sheila L. is with me and when I get the picture she seriously suggests where I can hang it on the wall!
I looked up “Kilgore”. It is Gaelic and means “son of the short lad”. It also can mean “church of Gorr” referring to a location near a church or a saint.
9/29/25 Singing to a one year old girl
I go to take a shower. I tell a ten year old boy to watch a one year old girl until I get back. When I return they are both sleeping in a bed. I gently wake the girl up by gently rubbing her back and saying: “Rise and shine and greet the new day with a smile. All hands on deck, Revelry, Revelry”. This is what my dad said to me and my siblings to wake us up. I take the girl to the shower room. She is pretty dirty. Her feet are dirty and her hair needs washing. I wash her hair and sing, ” I’m going to wash that boy right out of my hair and send him on his way, Get the picture!” (from South Pacific musical). I am happy.