June 24, 2018

Rose and donned my purple robe and sang at a service where Naomi Tutu preached. She lived up to, exceeded expectation. In the afternoon it was Catawba Brewery for Alden Thompson’s first birthday. He was really the center of it, smiling, laughing, taking it all in, the light of wonderment never gone from his face. I said, “I want to have a baby.” I don’t know if I can judge the reaction properly. I don’t think one would call it encouraging.

A sign of approaching senility is that I can’t type a sentence without making a typo. Could I ever? Am I just noticing it now?

Saw my bunny in the middle of the street. Could not rest until he was safe under my hollies.