Thursday. There was a break in the rain this morning, so I threaded my way past the puddles to see Dad. Really loopy today. He kept talking about “his bunny.” Mom explained that with Dad too sick to chase after rodents, a local bunny grazes in the Fulbright’s front lawn. In broad daylight. In full view of Dad, who thinks the bunny is a pet.
In the late afternoon, Mr. Smith drove Roderick and Molly out to Puddlewood for a chamber music concert. I decided not to go because I didn’t want to miss foursies, and the program didn’t sound all that interesting. Schoenberg, Webern, and Berg. Meh.
All for now.