
Me and My Uncle Tony, June 1971
Have I mentioned that I loved tutus? And smoking cigarettes, too, apparently.
Harriet had a difficult day today. She woke up with an upset stomach and couldn’t eat her breakfast. When that happens, the not eating makes her stomach even more upset, so it’s a vicious circle. I finally got her to eat a little bit of boiled hamburger and rice, and she seems to be back to normal now. She was a sad little petunia this afternoon, though.