Echolalia is a speech disorder characterized by the involuntary repetition of words, phrases, or sentences spoken by others. It is an automatic imitative action that occurs without conscious awareness.

I just met a seemingly normal, music-aware person who had no idea who David Bowie is.  The guy was maybe 30–35 years old.

I can only hope he was messing with me. If so, he nailed the bit.

If not, how does that happen?

Yesterday, Mrs. Bear and I made “memory bottles”—basically, swirly glitter in a colored liquid that allows it to swirl around and look pretty.

Mine was a blue liquid with purple, to represent our first in-person meeting in front of the blue crab stained-glass sculpture at Baltimore Airport.

I get warm feelings, thinking about it.

Hers was black liquid filled with orange glitter to represent our boys, Pyewacket and Newton.

I still miss these gentlemen every day.

Today was spent puttering and shopping. We visited a jewelry pop-up at Sycamore, got some lovely squash and zucchini at the farm, sweets, and bread at the bakery, then picked up a few treats for MIL at the vintage store in preparation for her Mother’s Day visit tomorrow.

Ratatouille for late dinner tonight!

Day 20,550

I’ve had this mindset since the end of 2018. I love people, but FFS, these folks have been problematic for nearly a decade.

It took me about a year and a half to stop dealing with these people the first time. I’m not looking back now.