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(Jane was in a low mood for part of the day, but perked up before I took my nap. She wrote one verse of a poem this morning, but isn’t very pleased with it. We didn’t try the table today, but she did do the healing energy thing, and evidently with some success: She’s to write a description of it to insert in the pendulum notebook. I’m still carrying her in the john, but with increasing difficulty, I’m afraid. Frank Longwell visited today.

(Today I picked up from Mr. Steiner the life-size enlargements of my parents; they’re remarkably good, and I plan to paint portraits of the folks from them. I also plan to do the same procedure with Jane and perhaps others.

(Many changes continue to take place in Jane’s body. As we sat for the session she reported extra movement in her right eye—increased muscular activity that she could feel even in her throat. “I’m just waiting,” she said at 8:56. We’d had a late supper. The day had been beautiful if cool much of the time.

(9:56 PM. Jane’s delivery had been good. “The thought of adding rooms makes me shudder,” I laughed—“not that we might not do it....” Jane laughed too, while agreeing she’s thought of alterations often. Right now, though, she’s much more interested in once again feeling well enough to start doing some typing, writing, or whatever. Her double vision continues to plague her.

(It’s Sunday night, June 7, as I type this session. On Friday noon Frank Longwell visited. Jane told him that that morning I’d had considerable difficulty lifting her in the bathroom. In fact, my back was bothering me considerably, whether the cause was physical, psychological, or both.

(Frank had an idea about placing one of our old chairs on rollers so Jane could be wheeled right beside the john to slide over onto it while she was having walking difficulties. He went for his tools and supplies, returned in an hour, and the two of us spent much of the afternoon making such a vehicle. It worked—but barely, for it was too high for the john, and had no cushion for Jane’s backside comfort.

(I decided to rebuild it, so Saturday morning I went to the lumber yard for the supplies, and spent the day doing the work, including cutting down the chair even more. The larger rollers especially helped. [I’d changed the original, fancy rollers Frank had used, but the replacements were also too small.]. The new chair worked much better, but Jane had trouble keeping the cushion in place. My back bothered me considerably Friday and Saturday.

(We had company Saturday night. I let Jane sleep Sunday morning while I spent a couple of hours fastening the cushion in place and covering it with linoleum tablecloth material so that she could slide more easily on it. We tried the new contraption at noon when Jane got up, and it now works fairly well, well enough to be of consistent use. I may try a slicker covering for the cushion if one can be found.