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(The service wasn’t as long as I’d thought it might be, though, and we were on our way to the cemetery shortly before noon, winding through the quiet tree-lined side streets. The day had turned hot and bright and humid — a beautiful day to be alive, actually, though I’d agreed with the priests when each of them said that Joe was in an even better place now.

(August 7, 1984. Patty called me at noon and said Jane wanted me to come to 330 early if I could. I finished a sandwich and went down. She was doing fairly well by then, but had had a very rough morning. She’d gone to hydro, and hadn’t fared too well: new people, students, had helped position her, and hadn’t done it right. Jane said she’d had a much better night than usual, though.

(“Thank you.” 4:27 p.m. Jane ate very little for supper — then she threw it all up, so ended up without food since noon. I was frustrated and discouraged. She just will not eat. She called at 9:15 with Carla’s help. She said something about she should eat something before the night passes. I don’t know how she’s going to manage that. I didn’t ask.)

[...] This morning, for example, Jane slept until noon, and after I got up at 6:30 she had a number of recurrences of her “panic attacks.” [...]

(Jane began crying after I called her this noon, as she felt the waves of panic sweep through her, and she continued to cry for some little while. [...]

(Frank Longwell visited yesterday noon. [...]

(Frank Longwell visited this noon, and I read him Seth’s material from my notes. [...]

[...] Frank L. comes noon.

Noon–12:30: James. [...]

[...] Jane was telling me that an aide who took care of her this morning, and who is living apart from her husband and has three kids, looked at a second-hand washing machine this noon but couldn’t afford the $130 cost. [...]

[...] This noon she sampled several different foods, to my surprise, some things dietary had sent up on her tray for me, at the request of Georgia. [...]

(Today, Christmas Day, was very cold indeed—below zero last night, and only 10 above when I left for the hospital this noon. [...]

(At noon Georgia brought in a heaping plate of lasagna, salad and chicken wings, which I hardly ate in all the excitement. [...]

Noon–12:30: 1/2 hour.

(I thought of two questions for Seth as I drove down to the hospital this noon:

[...] When I got there at 1:10 this noon a new nurse—a “floater”—was hooking Jane up to her antibiotic, Kefzol. [...]

11–Noon: Copied James, then lunch—walked out to porch. [...]

(Jane slept until noon, and again during the morning thrashed about often in her sleep, and sometimes whimpered or cried out, presumably because of a dream. [...] Frank Longwell visited this noon, and massaged her legs also. [...]

(Jane discussed such an incident the next day, Tuesday, at noon, even before I began typing this session. [...]

[...] While at the bank yesterday noon I met Wanda, a nurse who worked in the office of a doctor I’d seen some years ago for an ear problem. [...]

[...] We also expected Frank Longwell to drop in at noon or thereabouts, since he’d returned from vacation in Santa Marta, Colombia, South America. [...]

[...] Frank, who was expected at noon, did not come until later, because unconsciously he was also aware that something of that nature was occurring. [...]

(I had an interesting little experience after lunch this noon as I was hurrying to get my stuff together preparatory to going to the hospital to see Jane. [...]

[...] During our short break I mentioned that it would be nice if Seth would comment on my experience with my paintings this noon. [...]

Thursday, noon, July 14

[...] When I left for 330 this noon the temperature was barely 10 above. I’d typed a letter to our lawyer, regarding our taxes, and mailed it this noon. [...]

(When I got to 330 this noon Jane told me that this morning after hydro, she’d actually turned over on her left side by herself, for the first time. [...]

(Jane ate well this noon, though. [...]

[...] On Friday noon Frank Longwell visited. [...]

[...] 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’m dashing off this letter hoping to get it out to the mailbox before the mailman shows up this noon. [...]

[...] This noon she’d made a very revealing remark, to the effect that her being out of condition was of service to me, also. [...]

[...] To that extent, Ruburt does speak for both of you (as Jane said this noon), and in your own way both of you rewarded him for creative material, and withheld approval for any tendencies that ran counter to those mentioned attitudes.

Predictions — Monday, August 24, 1981 — Noon — Jane Roberts

[...] And I know that those memories and thoughts were connected with my later predictions and Ed’s letter in the noon mail. [...]

“Predictions” — August 25, 1981 — Noon— Jane Roberts

(This noon Frank Longwell visited briefly, and agreed to take down the damaged Chinese elms in the back yard, till the soil, and put in wild flowers. [...]