No exciting event yesterday. I spent a few hours at the Occupation. Some people were creating giant paper-mache puppets and spread out making signs around the Arch. After a few hours, the campus police came and photographed with a video camera and made them move all their things down onto the sidewalk. They said it was blocking traffic, but it wasn't. One young woman was disitressed and said, "they can't do this, I'm a student. Why are they doing this?" I advised her to be totally agreeable and not give anyone an excuse to comlain about us. Let them see that we are reasonable.

I had long loud discussions with a couple men a little younger than me. I generally say hello to people who pass by, if I can get their eye. Many act as if I was invisible. If they hesitate, I say, "Can I answer any questions for you?" I try to stay calm (and not break down and cry), but firmly state my position. These two guys both were complaining about the extremists keeping people from work. Of course, what they have seen on TV of the Occupy movement would be the most dramatic things. I said I didn't know of anything like that. I just think corporations should not be getting handouts and then turning around and giving bonuses to CEO's. Most people agree. Some, like these two, hate Obama and are worried about socialism. They say we need corporations and they should make as much money as the market will let them. We just need to reduce government regulations. I say, we have tried the free market and it's not working. I say, corporations are getting more handouts than people. I say I know how hard it is to get on welfare in Athens, when they talk about people who don't want to work and just want a handout. It's very frustrating and pretty hopeless. These are not people who are going to change their minds from my talking to them. But maybe if enough people tell them, they will begin to hear it. They say, I chose to go into the field I did. I say, you don't think luck has anything to do with your success?

I took myself out to lunch at Five Star Day and asked them about saving scraps for the pigs. They said, "yes." I need to bring them a bin with a tight-fitting lid and I can pick it up Monday afternoon and give them another one to replace it. I brought my corn muffin back for the artist, Gretchen, who keeps a little dachsund with her all the time, leash tied around her waist. She was wearing a long skirt, with a clear strip in it, and purple tights. The dog got paper-mache on its nose.

Ray called and I left on the bus and we picked up the car at my Dad's. We stopped to feed the pigs, who were even less skittish than the day before. I scratched one's head. I sat on the porch in the sun and chose a recipe for dinnr. My Dad came out and joined me. He studied his lines. He is really enjoying being in the play so far. I look forward to seeing it about a month from now. I hope it doesn't become too much for him.

Ray dug a hole for the camellia. I peeled the shrimp and gave Captain some canned soup and crackers. Ray and I enjoyed another eearly supper and watched some TV. I managed to stay up a little later than the night before.