I am traveling around in a truck with a canoe on top. I am “settling” things. I have a baby boy who is about 7 months old. I hold him in a cloth carrier in the front. He is happy and content. I bring him into a store. I want to show him to the cashier and to Sheila Asato who are there. They are preoccupied and I can’t get their attention.
I am concerned about feeding my baby. I hear about getting formula at two different, small towns. I then think about breastfeeding him. I know it will take work and patience on both of our parts. I can’t believe my baby is not fussing; it has been a long time since he has been fed. I finally get free from settling things(?) and can go.
Day Notes: still feeling depressed. I wonder if it is a bit of PTSD. It is the week before school starts in Minnesota. I used to feel anxious about giving up my freedom and getting back into the “rat race”.