Saturday, December 8, 1984

I went to my new twelve hour, $54.00 Saturday job today. I had to leave Marie's one-half hour early. I explained the situation to Marie and she said that I'd be a fool if I didn't take the job, even though I had to leave her house early. The new job is boring. The wife has recovered fully physically and mentally from her stroke eight years ago, but she can't talk well, and I can't understand her. Her husband has the physique of a fifty year old and only looks sixty-five to seventy years old. The recent stroke has left his right side somewhat paralyzed. He probably weights about one-hundred and ninety pounds, but is fairly easy to transfer from bed to chair, because he tries to help himself. They have two dogs. His dog is kept in the heated basement and her dog is kept in the house. The dogs started fighting ten years ago and her dog lost an eye. Since then, the dogs have been separated.

After my Saturday job, I went to Larry and Alma's to see Alma. She got out of the hospital this morning and is much improved.