"I tol' you. Cops cause more trouble than they stop"--The Grapes of Wrath
Dreamed of walking downtown in my hometown of Sackville, N.B., with Mother; her carrying a baby with a large head; not finding what we were looking for; being late for a choir performance; being at a cinema in the 1970s and noticing that none of the movies they were showing looked any good.
Went shopping.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Moira sewed new buttons on my breeches for the opera.
Cenerentola opened. (There were some school groups in the audience.) The buttons worked perfectly. I wrote another opera item on my blog.
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