Sunday, July 1, 1984

CHAPTER 7, JULY

I still have a very queasy stomach today, and I don't feel okay, but I did drag myself out of bed to do chores. I vacuumd the pool, even though it took me all day to vacuum it. I weeded part of the garden intermittently between vacuuming, more to sit and rest than anything else. I also did the laundry and finished sewing and repairing clothes for my trip to Nashville. I accomplished quite a bit without doing anything really strenuous.

The leaders in this area said that maybe the area will come back financially by the year 2,000AD, but not as strong economically as before the"recession" By that time, I may have been on welfare and without toilet paper sixteen years and I will be fifty-six years old, too old to personally recover. My ex-beau called and told me to expect a package this week. He bought me some blue jeans, and I dearly need them. We talked about how I could get free here. He is going to check with an accountant to find out how I can keep all the money from the sale of the houses here. He is also going to try to arrange for me to go from Nashville to his home in the Southwest, and then ten days later, he will fly me home. Maybe he can help me get out of this welfare trap, since I don't know how. He knows I can't afford clothes, vitamins or food for that matter. It'a been so long since I've driven a nice car, although I didn't feel strange driving a nice car ten years ago. He can't understand why I've had such rotten luck. I'll definately look into prices of houses and everything else in the Southwest. He said that I should sell everything at any cost, just to get rid of it, because this area is down the tubes.