Thursday, August 14, 1947
Got up feeling punk – bowel & head so was in bed part of the morning when I couldn’t come over daddy made up 4 funeral pieces – and right well I guess.
Got around a little in P.M. Cleaned living room. Kathy at mother’s all day.
Romines came at 7:30 to go to ball game. Had rained about noon & still looked showeryl. Started to sprinkle & I stuck it out until the third inning & then went to car. Hated to sit in a drizzle feeling the way I had. Wrote a letter to Florence Farrell & took a nap & then went back. Eighth inning & Marion was winning 5-1.
Mary stayed with kids. Had a coffee cookie lunch.
Had washed my hair but it wasn’t dry when I took it down & I looked a mess. Heat wave broken.