Journal, September 16, 1976 PM

Today I wrote the woman a letter. I’m keeping right on her ass, not giving her pause to change her mind about me. I have to push, she’s too much like me, half believes it will never really happen, and resigned to accept it if I were to dump her. She just doesn’t know what a straight-laced, up-front dude I am. She doesn’t realize how I sit there weighing out the words for 2 minutes each time before I say I love her!

Today, Steve Pamperin and I finally got a gift for Steve Hays and Mari Cruz’s wedding. Tomorrow at this hour I should be feeling good at the reception! Saturday is the pasture & forage group send-off. I may not get a good night’s rest again until Sunday so . . .

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