Another indication here that Marcy loved her contact lenses. I wonder what happened that led her to switch back to glasses a few years later.
Interesting to me to see her attempts at connecting with guys. “this guy never has heard of some of the most important people in my world, never read some of the—most, all, I guess, of the most important books there are to read, nor seen any of the films that have been meaningful to me, nor appreciated anything other than a limited stratum of light classical music. A fine mind just going to waste, really sad.”
sunday night [pencil: 10/31/65] Hello, hello. time really flies; 'tis a week already and then some (ah, yes: daylight saving ended last night, just to satisfy something you asked long ago.) since I spoke to you; have been busy and moving and etcetera every night, without even time to wash my hair all week, let alone sit down by myself for a few hours and dig into some much-delayed correspondence. Today I finally answered an invitation for thanksgiving dinner from the family of some student I don't know but who found my name in the record and noticed that I lived near them; would have been great to go, but have already planned to go to San Francisco that weekend (have that friday off, without pay) and figure we can make a profit on the deal if we take paying riders Not going to get a phone; will send back the $10 pretty soon---like, they insist that I be here when the man comes to install thetthing, but they can't give me any more of an idea when he'll come than a 4-hour time span....or they could install it on saturday, but their saturdays are booked up about 3 weeks ahead, and by then I'll be nearly gone. No; have not yet got either last qtr's grades or the $50 deposit; the latter should be around sometime next week. no telling about the former. The bike is great; I'm really independent, can travel all over the place--down by the ocean, along the beach, etc, etc Have been taken out to dinner xxxxxx twice this week. Once by a young man who lived in the same apartments I was in last month--a kind of junior executive type who seems to think I'm tremendous though he's hardly an intellectual stimulation and is interested in exactly nothing I care about. He has a triumph (sportscar) which is very nice, and rigged an xxx fm antenna for my radio (The beach is very low compared to the rest of the city, and radio reception quite poor)---tho I hate to turn away free dinners and rides to xxxx places I'd never get to see, I would rather spend my time reading or looking at the ocean than trying to think up things to say to someone I have nothing to say to.....the other young man is a student who works for a gas station nearby--I'd stopped there several times to ask directions and we got to talking. We go for bike rides along the beach and talk about politics and Zen, but--such barriers! I learn the hard way that not all intelligent people are intellectual or well-read; this guy never has heard of some of the most important people in my world, never read some of the xxxx--most, all, I guess, of the most important books there are to x read, nor seen any of the films that have been meaningful to me, nor appreciated anything other than a limited stratum of light classical music. A fine mind just going to waste, really sad. Went up to Aunt Sara's for dinner Saturday, but had to leave quickly as Mary had to meet some people. We kind of invited ourselves, but they were glad to see us...all in usual shape, Stelle a bit more relaxed with her x hearing aid, but complains of hearing noises and such. Oh, well, I suppose she'd complain if someone gave her a million dollars and the whole kingdom of Persia that the xxxxx taxes were too high and no one spoke enough english to understand her. Finally remembered to ask about Ruth and Peggy Price, and sure enough Peggy is in the city. Spoke to Ruth on the phone briefly, then called Peggy and stopped to see her for a few minutes on the way to meet Mary's xxxx friends. She's a big wheel in the local peace movement, lives in Hollywood right near a good friend of ours who used to go with Nan Meister and now goes to school in LA....will be a pleasure to get to know Peggy, I think. today we just sat around and did nothing (Mary spends weekends here when she can)--it's so absolutely great to have a place you like well enough to sit around and do nothing in, instead of having to get out before you go mad or something equally undesirable.....went to the art museum in the afternoon, then had chinese food for dinner at Hermosa beach, where we like to go swimming. (sent you a postcard from there) Chinese food around here is so cheap and so good that it's almost as sensible as cooking your own meals. I've been eating enough x of it to come out of my x ears these past 2 weeks, but won't have had too much for a good while to come, I think. so. take care; hope the contact lens is working out alright. have faith, Daddy: you just have to keep at and you have to want it to work, x and that's about 99% of the battle won already. I don't know how I survived with glasses all these years. How/what are the Sachses doing? take it easy, [handwritten: love, Marcia]
Postmark: Nov 1, 1965, Torrance, Calif. Handwritten: “Rec’d this Wed. 11/3” and “Wrote to M 11/11/65” and “Get Ambodryls?”