Doings and Annoyances

Nov 8, 1969 – On Friday is Peter’s birthday and I am at wits end trying to find out what to get him.  A week after that it is Erik’s birthday.  Heavens to Betsy!  What to get the 2 rascals!?!  Next Saturday Jeanette, Jocelyn and I may go to see “Madwoman of Chailot.”  Kathryn Hepburn may bet another Oscar for that one.  I haven’t anything else to say. So Adieu! 

November 14, 1969 – Today is Peter’s birthday.  Tomorrow Jeanette, Peter, Erik and I will go to see Darby O’Gill and the Little People”.  I hope it is good.

Today I went to the public library to get out some books and I went into a panic when I saw Tom.  I got out of there as fast as I could and the terrible thing is I don’t know why.  Oh Cassandra!  I am so confused.  If only I knew my own mind.

Don’t you think it would be the most fun to b Queen of a country.  A rich country.  I would have all my friends as my ladies and I should be so happy snubbing people I dislike.  I have been reading a book “Victoria”.  It is the life of Queen Victoria from her assession (sic) to the throne.  Right now she is about to fall in love with Prince Albert.  Yes. I t would be fun to be Queen.  I leave you know (sic), my dear friend.

Nov. 15, 1969 – Today my nerves are completely shot, thanks to Charlotte.  You see, I stayed home while Jeanette, Ole, Peter and Erik went to see the show.  So I had to babysit with Charlotte.

Today is my dear Faster Jonna’s birthday. I hope she has a happy day.

In exactly one minute it will be 2:45 and the kids will be going in to see the show.  They missed the first show. My father is yelling at Charlotte now.  She has been so restless and annoying today. It is 3:45.

I am loaded down with homework and I fear I’ll never get it done. I keep putting it off. Well, I’ll do it tomorrow for positive sure. That’s an expression I’ve started using. It’s my invention “positive sure”!

You know, I think I’ve become much more sociable than I used to be. I would love to have a Christmas party and my parents would let me but I don’t know any boys very well and so it wouldn’t be fun. But there’s always my birthday.  There’s always next year.  Well, my confidant, that is all I have to say for now.  Adieu.

NOTE:  You can see that I was a bit of a hovering sister but now a trend is starting where I end up missing out on a number of things because the babysitting started to get heavy duty.  So far I don’t seem to resentful of it, at least in the diary.