Dreamed of being so angry that I wouldn't do what my doctor wanted; the street in front of our old home in Sackville, N.B., engulfed in a flood.
I told Mother about my socks falling down at last night's performance, and she thought my pants had fallen down!
Dinner was curried pork.
Dress rehearsal for Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci. In Pag's commedia dell'arte scene Nedda took loo long changing into her costume and the other Nedda had to substitute for part of it.
Started reading It's All Greek to Me, all about ancient Greek civilization. (Moira borrowed it from the library and figured I'd be interested in it, which I definitely am!)
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