FICKLE FEBRUARY 1983

Randall Rash and Barry Johnson - the BEST of times was when I hung out with BOTH of them at the same time! (Like Scott & Bill and Keith & Don!)

February 3, 1983

Today has been a strange day. It should have been Vicki’s baby shower today, but instead she decided to go ahead and have her baby. (It was a 9 lb. 5 oz. baby boy.) Anyway, there are a lot of presents on the table for her and the baby, but no Vicki to unwrap them. It’s kind of a shame that she couldn’t be here to enjoy her cake and gifts. The cake was one of the cutest ones I have ever seen. It’s pink, blue and white and has little decorations on it like clothes pins, cradles, bottles, rattles, etc. It’s darling. The punch was a tropical kind that Alyce (pronounced Elise) made and it was delicious. The day has been one big goof off.

Apparently, we three went to see "Rocky Horror Picture Show" - it did not go over as well with Randall and Barry as it did my Richland/Theatre - crazy friends.

FEBRUARY 7, 1983

Today is Monday. I am very thoughtful. I just had a nice lunch with Sharron and Alyce. Today is Alyce’s last day at work, so I treated her to lunch. We all went to a good sandwich shop called “The Big Alfonz.” The sandwiches were named after detectives and gangsters. I got the “Elliot Ness.” (from the Untouchables). It’s a cute place. I’ll miss Alyce very much. She’s the first person to take me under her wing when I first got here. I really appreciate that. She’s only been here 4 months more than myself.

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This past weekend was very strange. (The main reason I am so thoughtful.) I didn’t see Randall much. Only Saturday night, and a little bit Sunday night (of course, Sunday was a soccer game and I just watched him play.) I don’t know if his emotions have changed towards me or if something is really troubling him, but he was not his usual hyper, sweet, loveable self. He was distant, extremely mellow and rather untouchable. He didn’t even kiss me goodbye when he was going back to Denton for school. Saturday night (or should I say Sunday morning,) we had a little bit of talk, and I mentioned I would like it better if he would give me some kind of a hint whether or not we were going somewhere or not. In other words, I didn’t want to wait around on him when I could be doing something with someone else. I said it much nicer than this, and apologized many time if I sounded mean. He did tell me “Janie, don’t ever think you’re forgotten, because you’re not.” I mean, he would say that unless he meant it. DeeAnn told me to let him make all the moves from now on. He mentioned that he’s coming in Wednesday for a soccer game, and he’d like me to come. But, I’m not going to go unless he calls Wednesday and invites me to go and acts like he means it. I hope things do get better by Saturday night because I would like for just the two of us to come to my house, and really talk. We haven’t had a really good heart to heart yet. I know some about him, and he knows little about me. He does know about Alex dying, but I don’t think he knows how he died. I do care so much about Randall. I hope the problem is not me. (I know there’s a problem.) I told him that if he ever needed someone to talk to, that I’m a great listener. Oh, enough on this. I’ll get sad. I have to work!