There is no diary entry for September 27, 1967. Nor is there one for the day after that, or that day after that, or the day after that, or . . .
Nope. No more diary entries. Yeah, I was disappointed, too when I realized they don't cover our whole time in Los Angeles. I have flipped through every page in the diary (even separating the gilded edges that hadn't been separated in a long time, or ever) and other than what Mom wrote in the very front of it . . .
. . . there is nothing else written anywhere. There is no explanation for the stoppage in the upcoming letters I have read so far, either. At this point I can only speculate as to the reason. Maybe she was too busy with laundry since the dryer broke the day before. Maybe she skipped a few days and just decided not to bother with it any more since there were too many do-nothing days anyway. Maybe with all the letter writing she was doing she didn't want to also be bothered with making daily diary entries. Or maybe she found out my grandmother was keeping all of her letters and decided those would be a sufficient record of the Los Angeles trip, making the diary redundant.
In any case, it was nice while it lasted those two months. What this means going forward is that there won't be a guaranteed post every day. So now you'll know how my grandmother felt, not knowing what we were doing from day to day and hoping for a letter from Linda every time she went to the mailbox.
Given the total number of letters and their spacing so far, we can expect at least one letter per week. I may split the longer letters into two separate posts when it makes sense to do so. We may also take an occasional trip in The Wayback Time Machine to fill in some of the longer gaps between letters. I do still owe you a post on the Mickey Mouse bank from Disneyland.
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