I’m sure I’ve told you about the family birthday parade before but perhaps there’s a new lurker that doesn’t know about it. My father invented it.

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And there I stopped.

It was my birthday yesterday (the 21st) and I was alone: no parade. Nothing until two neighbours gave me a small celebration after dinner. So I took myself shopping and used a gift card my older daughter had sent me. I needed a new sweater, and a new journal. So I treated myself.

Now, today, I have no heart for celebrations or treats or parades. You loyal bloggers among you might remember my constant commenter, Marla. You might remember I reported on her serious illness. Very serious. She died this morning at 8:15 a.m. And part of me has stopped with her.

That’s all for today.