Wednesday, September 17, 2025

     I write a new list of potential activities. Not jobs that need doing like organizing the linen closet. No, aspirational activities.  Top of the list is walking down Alvarado street to check out the new business and to bump into people. I want to visit the public square again. How this will work? I am not sure yet.

      This morning, I have another phone visit with the Nurse Practitioner to talk about my bladder and urine tests. I am not as nervous as I was during the discussion last week. There is no new news today.

     I haven’t picked up my mail in several days.  Not sure what is stopping me. Fear of falling, hurting myself? Soon I will be starting Physical therapy again.

     In the evening, we watch episode 2 of TASK. HBO is dropping one episode a week for four weeks. An intense show, somewhat violent.  We turn off the sound in the violent parts, making it easier to watch. I am reading a new memoir, SOME OF US JUST FALL, on nature and not getting better, by Polly Atkin. A story of illness and dealings with the medical world.

 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

     Garbage day is a challenge.  Yes today. This morning, I hear the rumble of the 9am pickup truck. Did I put enough bags in the bins? Will there be enough room next week? I live on the edge of overflowing waste stuff. And of course, will I forget to get the bins out on the right day?

     Sometimes I forget that I am still recovery from the July sepsis illness. I berate myself for being tired, unmotivated to be active. It is a slow process to accept my present life.

     I am encouraged by videos of babies learning to stand up and walk. They try and try, and then surprise themselves when they succeed.

     I watch the first episode of season 6 of UNFORGOTTEN, alone last night. Frequently in the evening we watch TV together.  We have very different interests and are still exploring shows that we can watch together. We absolutely agree Stephen Colbert’s LATE NIGHT SHOW, on demand, is the best. We also enjoy SLOW HORSES.

 

Monday, September 15, 2025

    We watch the Emmy’s on TV while we eat our dinner, Costco chicken, artichokes and ice cream. The show is surprisingly well done.  Some of my favorite TV series are honored, THE PITT, HACKS and ADOLESCENCE. A mixed bag of winners.

     The New York Times Sunday paper is filled with listings of potentially interesting fall shows and books. Too many. I skim through the lists. It will be hit or miss if I find something good to remember. I finish watching HOSTAGE and found it quite compelling.

     I stay with reading NOT MY TYPE, one woman vs. a president, by E. Jean Carroll. Compelling and just perfect for my current reading attention.

     Another two nap day. The young poet and her energetic parents are in and out of the house as she packs more stuff for her college apartment. I watch and stay out of the way, and resist giving opinions and advice.