Today I plant the geraniums on my husband’s grave in Stratford - more important than Othello.
END OF DAY: First time in 46 years I was unable to plant A driving rain made it soggingly impossible. I took the geraniums to a friend in Stratford and she promised to look after them until I come back to finish the job.
BTW: I saw Othello, not my favourite Shakespeare play. It was well-done, interesting set design, more (I hope) tomorrow.
I think maybe tonight.
NIGHT: I was wrong. Today read like a bad soap opera. i keep being stretched beyond my limits, or what I thought my limits were. I try to be detached, but I can’t think. No use going into detail.The details are boring to you and distressing to me.
I’m going to Stratford tomorrow, first play for me of the season. Othello (helluva fellow).
Anon, anon.
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