March 23, 1967 - Thursday
I spent all day today laying in the sun
and cutting grass. Tomorrow I have a lawn job. (big deal)
Iím trying to go the whole vacation
without shaving and though I donít have much of a beard, itís coming along.
People are going to start thinking I live like a pig.
Last Friday Sheila called from Ohio and
said sheís going to have a baby next November. Itís hard to get used to the
idea that my sister is having a baby and Iíll be an uncle. I donít think of
myself as the uncle type. Iíve been going around the house calling Mother
Grandma but it doesnít bother her. Iím tempted to call father ďgrampsĒ but I
havenít got the nerve. Heís kind of sensitive about that sort of thing.
A few days ago some new people moved in
two houses down. My wishes have finally been fulfilled. They have a
teenage daughter and from what I can see, sheís about my age. (Iím still not
I first saw her standing by their car
but I wasnít sure how old she was or even if she lived there. Early tonight
I decided to find out so I had to rely on the spy training techniques Iíve
learned from TV. I got an old pair of opera binoculars, a good jacket for
camouflage and I climbed our tree in the front yard. From there I was able
to see directly into their kitchen window. The kitchen was empty a while
but soon she and her mother came in to wash the dishes. From what I can tell
now, she has long brown hair; sheís about my age though Iím not good at
guessing ages so I could be wrong. Sheís not bad looking but I canít be
certain of that either. She has two older brothers (I think) and an older
sister. One of the brothers might be the father. (Binoculars arenít too
hot) Her older sister is very good looking and is about Barryís age.
Being a shy person Iíve had some phobias
as to getting to know her. Iíve thought of all sorts of schemes but I donít
have the nerve to carry them out.
She doesnít drive so maybe I can impress
her by showing off in my fancy 1957 broken down Plymouth station wagon.
That will mean doing such mature things as driving back and forth in front
of her house for an hour every day, screeching around corners risking my
life. Ha Ha, of course you know Iím not childish enough to do such things,