A taste of freedom...Dan and I went to two documentaries this week--"Won’t You Be My Neighbor" the other night and tonight’s 10:05 p.m. showing of "Three Identical Strangers," about Jewish baby-boy triplets separated at birth. Both films really good and thought-provoking. Both made me think about how we are as parents to Fig and Punch, and the protective role parents have. The triplets one stirred up questions about nature vs. nurture in Punchy’s case. And I left the dark theater with a nagging, sad feeling, a fear that Fig could "inherit" my depression. It kind of runs in the family. Prayers. Hope. Strength. Grace.
- Picked up my mended earrings at STITCH. Also, um, the pink pineapple top reappeared in my size, so...
- Sis came to visit and we walked Butter and Sugar on the 2-mile loop around lake near 🐢 Turtle Back Zoo this evening. I missed her and it was good to talk.
- Fresh figs with fresh mozzarella, garden basil leaves, olive oil, sea salt, squirt of fresh lemon juice,
- Ice water galore.