Saturday, November 15, 2025

     The first real puddle in the driveway appears this morning.  The exterior of my car is clean from the rain.  Now I have to avoid the puddles where I park to keep my shoes dry.

     While walking on my deck I see two workmen standing outside my neighbor’s garage. They talk for awhile, and then the taller one scrambles into the green bin, jumps up and down, and then climbs out.

     I have been waiting for several days for the urine test report. This morning it is here and is ambiguous. I check google to see what the words mean. No one seems to know, so I am taking it to be good news for me. No problem here unless I hear something else.

     My roommate brought me a whistle from her whistle workshop.  I want to sit in my car at Home Depot and observe what is happening. I can blow the whistle if I see any ICE enforcement activities.  I am so excited.

 

Friday, November 14, 2025

     Rainy day but not so cold. Rain comes and goes.  I move through the morning doing my usual tasks, writing, washing dishes, reading the paper, walking on the deck, putting clothes away, organizing the MOW meals. In the afternoon, lunch, a nap and then a new exercise routine, more walking and reading the current book I like. It is a good day.

     In the evening, We watch another episode of THE MORNING SHOW, Intense drama and confusing conflict. Later we watch the last two episodes of OLD DOG, NEW TRICKS, a series set in Spain, dubbed in English.  I have grown to love it and will miss it.

    The whole neighborhood is wet, puddles, vivid green trees, birds ignoring the rain as they fuss around in the bushes. Not many cars and people on the street.     No power outages in this town. I frequently look at the PG&E outage map on line.

     In the evening while settling in for the night I hear voices outside, people talking to each other, car doors slamming. I remember the neighbor say they are planning a pre wedding gathering for her daughter. And then, cars drive off and the neighborhood is quiet again. Weddings bring up conflicted memories.  Women cry at weddings, sad and happy for the bride, wishing her well. I don’t know what men do.

 

Thursday, November 13, 2025

     Wednesday morning at the lab I am ready to do urine test required before next Thursday’s cystoscopy appointment. I register and then wait in the lobby. I am called, given the little empty container and the hat. In the bathroom I try and only come up with a few drops. Suddenly feel ashamed and teary eyed, I leave the few drops in the container in the tray and rush out of the building. When I calm down at home a kind woman calls from the lab offering suggestions of what I can do for the test.  So, I try again at home and my roommate takes the new sample to the lab. No one yells at me or gets angry.  I do it to myself. It is all so hard. Then the intense emotions begin to evaporate.

     This morning, we have a rain storm. Sounds of water splashing on the house and in the neighborhood. One small leak in the bathroom. I am eating my breakfast as usual, glad to be alive.  All is well again.

     In the evening, we watch two more episodes of DOWN CEMETERY ROAD. I love this fast pace exciting story. During the day I periodically turn on the news to see what is happening or not happening in Washington. Exciting times.

     I continue to do chair yoga in my bedroom. Thirty minutes of various body movements while frequently checking the book to see if I am doing it right. I am hopeful.