Saturday, September 12, 2026

 

Saturday, September 12, 2026

     Sometimes I scare myself with worry.  Yesterday is one of those days. Watching news shows about the terrorist attack, September eleventh, 2001,  on the New York towers. Such a scary time and now we are seeing we are still suffering from the consequences, with an incompetent president, undeclared wars, bombing fishing boats, kidnapping presidents of other countries, ICE thugs, detention prisons, all part of our fear of terrorists.

     During the day we have fog and we have sun but we do not have heat. The weather is almost perfect.  I sit outside on the deck to do my daily chair exercise.  I stopped during the heat wave, and now I am working on starting up the daily exercise habit. Squirrels and hummingbirds move around the yard.

      A dear friend has an appointment with immigration services to finalize her path to citizenship. We practice interview possibilities.  She is so brave. Life is scary.

     I start reading again in the evening. THE TALKING BONE, a novel by Rene Denfeld.  A good enough mystery story.  We watch more of the best TV show ever, TRYING on Apple Plus. We are in season three and it keeps getting better and better with humor and kindness. I watch MS NOW news. Has anyone signed up for their new streaming apt?  I am not sure if I will.

Friday, September 11, 2026

 

Friday, September 11, 2026    

     Before going to bed Thursday night, I check several different weather reports. Is the heat wave finally breaking up.  Some say yes and other say no. We had 83 degrees Thursday afternoon.  Too hot for me. I hope Friday will be cooler. This morning, we have fog at least for a short time.

     Reading books is hard during the heat wave. I watch TV shows or just sit in my chair with a wet wash cloth on my head. Today I am looking forward to the library books that arrived yesterday.

     I drive my roommate to her medical appointment with the cool air conditioner on. A temporary relief. Mostly I stay quiet and try not to complain.

     I watch the last episodes of the netflix’s AIRPORT CHAPLAIN, an Australian show. One of my favorite shows. I start to read several different books but couldn’t continue with any of them. I keep thinking of the stars, and the vastness of space, and how small Earth really is.  The science fiction books are beginning to make sense. Our incompetent president is working hard to complete the destruction of our home earth with wars.

Thursday, September 10, 2026

 

Thursday, September 10, 2026

     My old brown car is sitting outside. I can feel it calling to me, take me for a ride. This car is 18 years old, still needs a key to start the engine, has no voice instructions to the driver. I think of the car as young, just 18, now an adult and ready to begin life. For a car 18 is near the end. I have a choice in my relationship with this fabulous car.

     Aren’t we exempt from heat waves.  We are smart enough to live by the ocean. I am wrong, yesterday is a killer of heat wave. Close the curtains, and turn on the fan and wait it out. I become a clothes line with cold wet towels draped over my body.

     Loud military airplanes fly over the house, really loud. Different sound from the commercial planes that are much higher in the sky. I sit on the deck in the shade listening to podcasts.  Too hot to read. Drinking cold bottled drinks. Back to the couch with the wet towels drying on my body.

     In the evening, we binge on the last episodes of MAXIMUM PLEASURE GUARANTEED, An intense thriller. The heat continues through the night. I wonder if the White House, the people’s house, is air condition.  Of course it is. I wonder if the AI creations are out to kill us as reported in the news last night. AI is creepier than our incompetent president.