Dear Betsy,
Well, I don't know when I will get this mailed since I have no stamps. But I decided to write anyway. Sandy called last night. She was down. She needs a $3600 loan for Mark to get a job. I can't help her. She said she was going to call you. Did she? She wants a job but can't get one because she is pregnant. I want to go to Provo when she has the baby. I may get a low income apartment there for two months. Yet I am worried about moving. I should go and be happy. I worry about my feet and legs and all the moving trauma. My apartment will have to get air conditioning. My apartment here is small but nice for sun and has good air conditioning. I sleep in the Living room on sofa bed because bedroom is too warm. I hope this heat ends soon.
My dad had a big tooth pulled today. It is bleeding. My new glasses aren't any good. Things blurry. I can't see with or without them.
I am anemic and have to take prescription iron. I feel better but they constipate me. Can't win. If I don't take them I just lay around.
August 3
Well, I got a stamp so I can mail this. I wake up very early. I go to bed early too. I even try to nap one hour every afternoon. I feel better. I got exterminated the other day and people from church helped a lot. Bob sleeps most all day and up all night. So he doesn't bother me. Except --- except that he expects me to cash his check or take him, get him Lotto tickets, take him out to supper. Then he is mean to me. I need to move away except he covers me with beautiful medical insurance. He even pays the premium. But I can't live like this. I wish I could work. I will do my nursing '87 for continuing education. I got the last one all night. I was proud of myself.
Well, I will close. Take care. Write. Give me new address. I love you, honey. Remember that.
All my love,
mom
