Saturday, November 29, 2025

       My daughter brings out stored boxes. Time to review and to declutter. Each box has items from my earlier life. The items are worn out and old, and they trigger poignancy and sadness for me. These activities of my past life before COVID, and old age, are gone.  They have become just more stuff. There are more boxes waiting. It is time to move on.  

     The day warms up and we open the doors to the outside.  Mostly I stay in my comfortable chair and read more of the massive book, THE HALLMARKED MAN.

     A long nap on the couch in the afternoon.  I love my naps.

     We watch the first episodes of two new shows. I should have written down the names. Now I have to search on line for these shows. Oh yes, here they are, netflix’s THE BEAST IN ME, and masterpiece theater’s THE ROYAL FLYING DOCTOR’S SERVICE. Interesting series.

 

Friday, November 28, 2025

     Lots of food shows up for Thanksgiving Day. The fireman brings the packaged community dinner from the fairgrounds. The tall man arrives with left over chocolate birthday cake and Meals on wheels brings extra turkey on Wednesday.

     I have been thinking about the power of words. I stop calling myself sick but rather I am damaged from illnesses and treatments. This means I can do whatever I want. So I drive us to Lovers Point Park to walk and bench sit. I watch the ocean life and listen to the many families speaking languages I can’t identify. The sun is warm, the shade is cold.

     We eat our dinner with a fire in the fireplace and watch the last episodes of THE MAN INSIDE. And finally, we laugh loudly watching an episode of PORTLANDIA.

     I am committed to reading THE HALLMARKED MAN, Only 600 pages to go. I get confused by the number of suspects and characters in the book. I find Cormoran Strike a compelling detective. It is a struggle to continue.  I am healthy (but damaged} and I can do it.

 

Thursday, November 27, 2025

     This last confusion with the pathology report is finished, and now I feel so healthy.  Amazing how a single word can make me sick, I realize that I am ok and ready to be in the world. I remind myself to check in with my body to see how I am doing rather than written reports.

     My friend driving his ancient truck arrives for a visit and conversation. He brings a sweet treat to eat. And we continue our decades long conversation about life and families and now about health and sickness. My other friend gives her new puppy sweet treats to calm her down, during visits with me. Sweet treats are great for puppies and for me.

     The day warms up and we open up the doors to the outside world. Several bright red leaves still cling to the old apricot tree. Unusual looking small birds hang around the bottle bush trees for awhile before they move on.

     We watch another episode of PLURIBUS in the evening.  A strange wonderful series. I have read 150 pages of THE HALLMARKED MAN, only 650 pages to go. I am not giving up. Sigh.