This week I wrote my dad a letter. I told him that I didn’t want to live with him. (I don’t actually know the date of that sentence as it has no date but “12/16/85” is attached to the entry that immediately follows it in the same ink and handwriting – which is the remainder of this entry.)
About three weeks ago we went to a YSI-SI Thanksgiving dinner. (This would be the same dinner I wrote about in the previous entry. History lesson: YSI is “Young Single Interests” while SI is “Single Interests”. These days YSI is known as YSA or Young Single Adults and SI is SA. Frankly, we mostly just referred to it as “Singles” outside of referring to the YSA wards for young single college age kids who don’t live with Mom and Dad or who do and just want to be among others where there are some reasonable prospects for socialization with others of their demographic.) There was some turkey, potatoes, and salad. It was all good.
About three weeks ago we had a family Thanksgiving dinner. We had some stuffing and turkey, peas and carrots, and potatoes and gravy.
I’m pretty sure I have the mystery of this entry solved. It appears that Mom placed a page from Ken’s journal in my journal. The handwriting on this entry and the next one is distinct from the rest of the journal and is on an isolated page – not connected to any of the entries that are in my handwriting. The best evidence is in my journal entries that reference these same events as well as an entry from me that indicates that I would have been recovering from surgery at the time the last entry on that page was written.
David 5/22/2022
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