Saturday, May 19, 1984

Cecil moved out without waking anyone this morning. I knew he had been acting funny lately, but I don't understand him moving out. He left a note that he was going back to live at him Mom's house. If I still receive Cecil's $97.00 rent payment from the VA in June. I will have broke even on his rent money and the money I loaned him. I'll put another ad in the paper for a vacancy. I would like to have someone younger and not so grouchy anyway.

I overpaid on Mom's final furniture bill and got a $12.55 refund in the mail today. If my paycheck doesn't get here, I'll still be able to go to work Sunday.

The temporary job is okay, except I'm standing in one spot and my feet are killing me. Also the job is fifty-four miles away. I get paid for one and one-half hours of traveling time each day and $12.00 a day for gas, plus a wage.

Steve is helpful around here. He was in the Marine Corps, stationed on a military base we lease from Cuba. Since we are enemies of Cuba, what are we doing there?