My first deep breath of the day occurred just after I locked the door to my apartment and was walking down the hall to leave for the morning. I had my right arm wrapped around a pot of dirt that once held a tomato plant, taking it down the store temporarily in the trunk in my car before taking it to Duncan this weekend. I took my tomato plants down this week, harvesting the last of the mostly edible tomatoes, because they were done for the season. I heard from Mum that Dad took down his tomato house quite recently so that was a good gauge for my timing.

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Picketing Day 6

… was yesterday and I sat for the whole of my shift. I wasn’t feeling good? Or my legs were tired. Something. I didn’t want to walk. And then it was my first time experiencing rain for a whole shift, for which I was not prepared. The weather report betrayed me in the most dreadful fashion. I am close enough to home, though, so I and got a warmer jacket, and then a dry jacket throughout the morning.

Today (Picketing day 7) is better and I’m walking about, and did t bring my chair, but it was open and pit after having to dry it out yesterday, and it seemed like a lot of work to fold it back up into its carry bag.