Diary Entry #161

It's Bea's birthday today - happy birthday, Sister.
I hope you are shown, today, just how beloved you are.
There's seldom a day in the week where someone doesn't talk to me about their love for you.

I'm rendezvousing with Samantha shortly to hand-off her birthday cake.
To my dismay, all the shops were out of strawberries - they had a little placard where they usually go, saying that some stuff had adversely affected their supply. 

I'm checking again before I go, but if there's nothing to be done about it, I'll probably just ask, "Would you like blackberries, raspberries, or blueberries?" and call it good - what can you do?

I'm a little miffed, though, because they had whole cartons of strawberries two days ago, and I was private like, "Hmm, but I should wait until the day prior so they don't have time to sit around and get mushy..."

Meena Dhalgren, you well-intended fool! You literal dolt!

I am headed to the local synagogue after I meet up with Sam to fulfil my requirements to observe a religious cultural ceremony for one of my college classes. I was very thankful they have permitted me to observe, and I am hoping that I can handle all of the things unobtrusively.

Poor Becky has fallen intensely ill and has cancelled out plans to clean and hang-out for Sunday; I feel so bad for her.