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I packed my suitcase so as to spend the night at Lorraine’s.
I put it in my car before I left for work.
I made out my time card and submitted it. Betty Vasil signed it in Bob Garb’s absence. I had very little except overhead numbers.
Yesterday I had taken with me to work two of the skirts made by the Temple seniors which Mom Taylor had let me have Wednesday night. I was wearing the one I had brought. I thought some of the women in the office might want to buy one. Several people expressed interest, and I think I may sell some if I can have the seniors make the size and style desired.
Dorothy gave me a memo of one of the legal assistants to type. This was all the office work I had all day. I added my August expenditures on the calculator and tried again to balance my bank account, adding all bank deposits, checks and bank charges for the three months that I have been off $5.00, but at the end I could not even come close to the figure shown in my records. I took along the calculations to ask Lorraine to check them.
I ate lunch with Barbara Gersh at the PG&E cafeteria, since she had to buy her lunch. She was happy that she is going to work half time at the Bechtel library. She is not active any more in the affairs of the BWAA, as she thinks “they are not going anywhere.” We talked of present-day sexual attitudes and family arrangements. Barbara comes from an upper middle class family in New York City.
I did some more work on journal entries this afternoon.
When I arrived home tonight I got my mail, didn’t go up to the apartment, drove to Lorraine’s. I made excellent time, arriving before 6.00.
“Star Trek” is being shown again on TV and Lorraine and Ryn wanted to watch it, so I joined them in the bedroom where they now keep the set.
The episode, an hour long, they agreed had an anti-climactic ending.
For dinner we had potatoes with a gravy containing tuna fish, green beans and a salad, and a custard with fresh peaches and whipped cream.
I told Lorraine of recent changes in the Temple, especially of my hopes of teaching in the Temple school when established and my plans to move in to the hotel commune and do without my car. Lorraine was particularly concerned that I would be discontented with institutional type food and lack of privacy.
Ryn had been writing a draft of her thesis.
San Francisco state students are registering this week.
Lorraine has a new tenant and another is moving in tomorrow. Both are young men.
Lorraine and Ryn went to bed early. I stayed downstairs and read To the Finland Station by Edmund Wilson until 11.30, then listened to “In Conversation.” A writer of Polish and Russian background but living in the United States and writing in English was interviewed.
I went to bed at 12.00. I was in the room at the head of the stairs.