It is Christmas Eve Day & we are expecting the Ontells (through whom I met Frank) - I am very sad; because I can't go to Church because a BOMB will be exploded. Next day: very lonesome; go over to Mrs. Dover (Church caretaker's wife whom I did visit the day M went to first grade for the first time).
Mrs. D. is folding a stack of diapers (S-task). I help. We talk of Zena and I see her child playing in the spring nearby; we walk out to a tree trunk - it is fall - see DRY LEAVES on dry ground; Earth is soft. I throw out garbage in milk cartons; as I throw out the garbage: clear cold H2O rushes out of the ground. The water covers the ground, child of Mrs. D. starts to play in the water and sinks and almost drowns.
Mrs. D. is looking elsewhere, not concerned; she "rescues" child very non-chalantly; we go into the house.