I AWAKE WITH THE idea of something interesting to do: I go to the National Gallery east building to attend two films, after wandering through the Rodin Revisited exhibit again. What a show! I visited the Rodin Museum in Philadelphia when I lived there from 1926 to 1943, and the Rodin Musee in Paris in 1978.

Have a bite of lunch at the museum cafeteria and am shocked to pay $1.62 for a slice of apple pie and a cup of coffee, not as good as the same fare at Sholl's.

Home to catch upon some reading, and listen to music from my record collection. I am in the midst of reading "The Origin," the life of Charles Darwin.


Realize that I have a commitment to the Children's Hospital to do secretarial volunteer work for a psychologist in the preemie department (children born ahead of time and being screened for months after their birth to evaluate their recovery from this trauma).

Spend six hours there, typing away with great pleasure, answering correspondence for the psychologist, helping her with a chapter of a book she had been commissioned to do on child psychology..


Go to the office of the Democratic Party group trying to revitalize the organization, and help as a volunteer putting out mailings, typing letter from draft and generally rendering help. They are amazed at the speed with which I teach some of the helpers how to fold and insert mailings. I tell them that I have been trained in the Capital mail room when I was working there at 18, and have never forgotten the time-saving devices for big mailouts.

In the evening, attend the tribute to George London at the Kennedy Center Concert Hall, George was one of my friends from more than 30 years ago when I was living in California. During his residence in Washington, I visited his home often and enjoyed his wife and children, who are now grown and out in the world.


Recall that I have a duty to many of my older, and disabled, friends. So, off to the grocery to buy chickens, rhubarb, strawberries, chicken livers and onions. Gey busy at once, making chicken soup and matzo balls for them. Alternate weeks I make split pea soup, vegetarian style, meaning lots of celery, carrots and onions. Then off to deliver this to four or five oldsters in the building where I live.


After some sewing at the machine, I take out the typewriter and begin to answer my correspondence from friends in Israel, France, England and California.

I manage to keep up a correspondence with 40 or 50 friends made in the time I lived in California, Philadelphia and during 12 trips overses. Reading, of course, is my main pastime, and listening to music. Having a large record collection, I am never without music.


A rest day -- almost. I deliver the cooked food to other friends, not in the building but a bus trip away. Then go to have my hair done, getting ready to vist my family.


Reading the Sunday Post takes up a good part of the day; then, when it is handed on to me, read the Sunday New York Times, and catch up on magazines. Then I do housework. One can't escape the vacuuming, cleaning, polishing and running the laundry machines.

Out in the evening to a concert, home at midnight and to bed to look forward to another week.