Marcy has a day of many spilled items, and writes about laundry and about human reactions to surprises and Halloween costumes, among other things. “part of me loves to be angry. Adrenalin all stirred up, emotions at a high pitch, real, real feelings, alert, senses keyed up[…]. It really feels good to be functioning at this level — all systems go, just almost maximum but no overload, and afterwards an almost post-sexual feeling of good will and contentment.”
Archive for January, 1974
A couple of thank-you notes and general life updates. “Life goes on here in the usual hurry-up-&-wait fashion, lurching from (minor) crisis to (near) catastrophe.”
Another piece of kid art. “Somebody was sliding up here, up the hill”
Peter to George: “I’d very much enjoy listening to a tape of some of your [organ] repertoire; no matter what style you played, to me it would always be ‘pop music.’” …and other assorted notes and thoughts.
A note accompanying a birthday gift.