October 15, 2023

Birthday dinner for L. I got sick on the fried green tomatoes, lunging to the bathroom in the dead of night. DJ’s night was turbulent with bears in the alley and opossums hissing in the garage. Bears or vandals spread trash over the street. I didn’t get all of it plucked from the yard this morning before it was time for church. Canon Augusta preached on that bloodthirsty parable about the king who gives a wedding feast. C and E loved Ben and Angela and bought tickets for their daughter. The last performance may be a full house. 

Considering that Jennifer, who pierced my ear in her button store on Wall Street, has been dead for twenty years.