by Samra Jones Bufkins
We’ve been having some new and difficult issues, which I may share in a longer future post.
Saturday was my birthday. Our friend Ted sat with Bill so I could spend a couple of hours at the Denton Redbud Festival.
It was raining, but I didn’t mind. Most of the festival was moved into the Civic Center. I got to spend several peaceful hours browsing exhibits, sampling local honey, taking some gardening classes, and picking up a new Texas redbud tree and several native plants for my hummingbird and butterfly garden. I watched the recycled fashion show of outfits made of trash and recyclable items.
I had pleasant conversations with adults who were not caregivers, doctors, nurses or social workers.
In other words, I got to be myself for half a day.