April 12, 1937 – Monday -
     B & I to Dr. Bennett’s to have her eyes examined. Waiting in a Dr.’s office is always a strange experience. When you come in, you feel that you are strangers; the eyes of all those who have arrived before you are centered on you with a frank scrutiny, accompanied by a stony silence; you feel awkward & self-conscious, and grab the first seats that are handy. But if even only a few moments elapse, and someone else comes in, at once you suddenly belong to the old group, and you feel almost a smug satisfaction that someone else now is the tyran (sic), and must feel mortified and an alien.
     Dusty windows - spring sunshine making the dust all the more apparent; yet it is a pleasant sight in the sunlit dusty glows, you see a whole city in early spring- you feel the oldness of tall Victorian mirrors and stuffy furniture.
The head of a window washer outside suddenly appears at the window of the next room- It is Mike ____, who used to be at the Birge Co.