Dreamed of visiting our old house in Sackville, N.B., with a group of people and looking at the trees around it; gathering acorns from the oak tree; looking into a lake and seeing the body of a bear whose face had been torn off by a predator; warning Mother not to look.
Had my last session with Ljilliana the psychologist. (She isn't finished with my diary volume.) Afterward she paid me $100.
I then went to the World's Biggest Bookstore and spent almost $150 on books that interested me. I also got an issue of the Canadian history magazine The Beaver with a cover story on the assault on Fort Louisbourg. (Louisburg was my mother's hometown.)
Dinner was ham.
Went to the choir rehearsal for the mass even though I can't go Sunday. Giuseppe practically pleaded with me, since Frank won't be there either. (I feel like a heel.)
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