Friday, April 24, 2026

      Foggy and damp this morning. I lie in bed plotting out my activities for the day. Library, park, nap. Maybe I should tackle the dreaded linen closet. Can I just stay in bed. Should I turn on the heater when I know the day is warming up. And why am I writing everyday. What is the meaning of living. A mug of hot coffee settles me back in my life.

     I have expanded the types of exercises I have been doing daily. My goal is to walk on stairs with some ease. I am stuck in the middle of being well and being sick. No medical crises in many months. Good news but I do miss the excitement.           

     I am on a roll with interesting books. The latest SHATTERED by Hanif Kureishi, a memoir of a serious illness. A new stack of books wait for me at the library.

     We watch THIS IS A GARDENING SHOW, a bit silly but I did learn more about growing apples and tomatoes. I’m waiting for season 5 of the CLARKSON FARM to start up. I am getting restless with TV shows and looking for something else to stir me up. Of course I almost forget the war and ICE and inflation and cost of living, homeless women and lack of good jobs. I watch TV news everyday and I am not sure it does me any good.

 

Thursday, April 23, 2026

       Last month I ask my roommate to pick up some asparagus and cherries at the store.  She brings asparagus.  Every week I say, what about the cherries? Today she brings fresh cherries for me.

     Cold morning as I drink hot coffee.  But the sun is out and the east side of the house is warming up. The neighborhood is quiet.  Sounds of garbage bins returning to their homes. No noise from the high school down the block.

     I am reading Miriam Toews latest non fiction book, A TRUCE THAT IS NOT PEACE. I keep picking up the book and telling myself just one more chapter. It is about life in all of its weirdness and complexity.

     The war with Iran continues, and no end is in sight with our incompetent leaders. Time to make some smart snarky comments here, but it is just too sad.

 

 Wednesday, April 22, 2026 

     While we are talking a soft female voice comes from his pocket.  “I don’t know what you are asking?” He pulls out his phone, oh it is just Siri listening to us.  We are sitting on towels on a wet bench near the ocean. My fourth outing for bench sitting. Conversations are more intense and interesting when sitting outside near the ocean.

     Rain, puddles, and sunshine alternating through the day. I forget at first how to use my windshield wipers and head lights. I drive my roommate for her medical appointment in the afternoon.

     I want to listen to podcasts but find it difficult to do. I can’t when I am focused on not falling while walking.  When I am sitting in my recliner I love to read. It is scary to be distracted when I am doing chores. The best place is sitting in my car watching the birds at Lake El Estero.

     In the evening, we watch two show, ROOSTER and HACKS. Both moderately funny without any murders or violence. While my roommate is on a zoom meeting I watch the PBS Newshour. Three small buckets in my bathroom collect the rain drops from the cracked sky light. Yes I do need to get it fixed.