October 7, 2018:

Summer dress. Dog, pail. Field of wild grass, dark trees along the stream line.

She's already heavyset. There's a slow-witted, bovine belligerence from her stance to her hairpins. She likes to argue. She likes to tell others what to think.

She was sarcastic to me. I was shocked by that. I was not at all familiar with adults intending humiliation. It's possible that was my first experience with put-downs, apart from my dad of course who was all about his peculiar brand of childish verbal abuse.

She was a schoolmarm. Given my soon-to-have experiences with schoolmarms and schoolpops back home that now all makes perfect sense.