On the last few days in 1937:
14 March (Sunday)
Went to Sunday School. On the way to Grandma’s we turned off a road to eat lunch on and got lost. Had fun over there. Played baseball.
Confirmation Class. My finger hurts so I only practiced a little. Read. Did school work. Went to bed early — a miracle.
Had to write some stuff in civics. Finished my cutting in sewing. Went to library — got “Prairie Child” & “Praise Mother”. Commercial Club Dinner.
General Assembly. Ben Snowden got heck for booing. He’s in my class. That’s the second tone in two months thats no allowed to go to assembly any more.
18 March (Thursday)
Bob came up ‘cause Mom went to choir practice. Did some school work. Played games. Bob won in checkers.
(anniversary of starting this thing)
I wanted to go to “Pigskin Parade” but Hebert’s wanted to see “The Big Broadcaste”.[sic] It wasn’t very good. (Test in algebra — oh — awful)
Very busy here. There was more stuff to get out of Mom and Dad's house than I figured and I've been working steadily every day since arriving last Wednesday evening. I have the bulk of it done but now the furniture has to go and that requires a truck and some more muscle. We took about 30 big trash bags to the dump today along with another pile of cardboard and junk. I've probably made 8 trips to the Goodwill, too.
I haven't been sad about any of this, really. One night I awoke and started in on an anxiety attack (or whatever) with the thought that I was literally dumping stuff out of my Mom's house, but I got it under control relatively quickly. Still off trazodone. Emotions are a bit near the surface but otherwise not much different.