Thursday, October 4, 1984

I fixed Ruth's hair for her birthday party with a curling iron. I left work at Alma's at 1:45PM to go to Ruth's birthday party. Everyone sat around and talked about how ill Ruth was and how poorly she looked. Ruth's relatives seem to want to ignore any unpleasantness about Ruth's care. I got the impression that it's easier to shove her care off on others, while telling the others how to care for her, even though Ruth's relatives have no idea of the real situation, nor do they seem to care. My opinion is: with relatives like Ruth's, Ruth doesn't need any enemies. One co-worker thinks that Ruth's relatives are trying to kill her, another thinks that they don't care if she lives or dies, and still another thinks that they're totally incompetent. I agree with all three of them. I lost $6.75 in wages at Alma's by going to the party, but my boss at Ruth's still doesn't know I have another job, and I don't want her to suspect anything.

I bought a long, spring-loaded, curtain rod that holds a decorative shower curtain and installed it at my house, since my other rod was broken. I finished washing the dishes and the silverware. I put the automatic door closer on the front storm door, which will help keep flies out. Then I was off to work at Ruth's for fifteen hours.