She's a nice old lady with an Irish accent and she likes to talk all about the people in the building.
When she saw the mess on the floor inside my apartment she didn't say anything about it. I guess she's all right.
November 1
A week since I dared to write again.
I don't know where the time goes.
Todays Sunday I know because I can see through my window the people going into the church across the street.
I think I laid in bed all week but I remember Mrs. Mooney bringing me food a few times and asking if I was sick.
What am I going to do with myself?
I cant just hang around here all alone and look out the window.
Ive got to get hold of myself.
I keep saying over and over that Ive got to do something but then I forget or maybe its just easier not to do what I say Im going to do.
I still have some books from the library but a lot of them are too hard for me.
I read a lot of mystery stories now and books about kings and queens from old times.
I read a book about a man who thought he was a knight and went out on an old horse with his friend.
But no matter what he did he always ended up getting beaten and hurt.
Like when he thought the windmills were dragons.
At first I thought it was a silly book because if he wasnt crazy he could see that windmills werent dragons and there is no such thing as sorcerers and enchanted castles but then I re-memberd that there was something else it was all supposed to mean—something the story didnt say but only hinted at.
Like there was other meanings.
But I dont know what.
That made me angry because I think I used to know.
But Im keeping up with my reading and learning new things every day and I know its going to help me.
I know I should have written some progress reports before this so they will know whats happening to me.
But writing is harder.
I have to look up even simple words in the dictionary now and it makes me angry with myself.
November 2
I forgot to write in yesterdays report about the woman from the building across the alley one floor down.
I saw her through my kitchen window last week.
I dont know her name, or even what her top part looks like but every night about eleven oclock she goes into her bathroom to take a bath.
She never pulls her shade down and thru my window when I put out my lights I can see her from the neck down when she comes out of the bath to dry herself.
It makes me excited, but when the lady turns out the light I feel let down and lonely.
I wish I could see what she looks like sometimes, whether shes pretty or what.
I know its not nice to watch a woman when shes like that but I cant help it.
Anyway what difference does it make to her if she doesnt know Im watching.
Its nearly eleven oclock now.
Time for her bath.
So Id better go see…
Nov 5
Mrs Mooney is very worried about me.
She says the way I lay around all day and dont do anything I remind her of her son before she threw him out of the house.
She said she dont like loafters.
If Im sick its one thing but if Im a loafter thats another thing and she has no use for me. I told her I think Im sick.
I try to read a little bit every day mostly stories but sometimes I have to read the same thing over and over again because I dont know what it means.
And its hard to write.
I know I should look up all the words in the dictionary but Im so tired all the time.
Then I got the idea that I would only use the easy words instead of the long hard ones.
That saves time.
Its getting chilly out but I still put flowers on Algernons grave.
Mrs Mooney thinks Im silly to put flowers on a mouses grave but I told her that Algernon was a special mouse.
I went over to visit Fay across the hall. But she told me to go away and not come back.
She put a new lock on her door.