Monday, October 26, 2026    

     My roommate makes early morning appointments at CVS for our flu and covid vaccines on Sunday. We talk about this for months and finally on Saturday I say now is the time. I don’t want to get covid or the flu. Six years ago, I develop a pulmonary embolism after the first Covid vaccines, and am sent one hundred miles  away to the Stanford Hospital ICU. The medical people say the embolism is related to the kidney cancer later found, not the vaccines. But my body is still cautious.

     Of course, the vaccine shots are easy. Walking through the mega store is exciting. So much stuff to buy.  It has been years since I have been in a store.

     While writing this, my roommate is talking calmly to a frantic small bird who is smashing around my bathroom. This is the third bird trapped in the house this week. She catches the bird and takes her back outside. My roommate has become a bird whisperer.

     We watch three episodes of MY BRILLIANT CAREER, a new series netflix. My New York daughter recommends it. No murders, no violence and likable characters. Perfect for us with sore arms and a bit of tiredness. Next week is election day. Maybe I believe too much that our country will improve, life will be better when we win. These corrupt politicians have a strangle hold on our country.

 

Sunday, October 25, 2026

     Clear night sky, moon light creeping into my bedroom through curtains and shutters. I fall asleep under the umbrella of moon light.

     The tall man brings me a COSTCO hot dog for lunch on Saturday. A giant hot dog with relish, mustard, and onions, and a coco-cola. Maybe once every couple of years I get such a treat. Most of the food I eat comes from Meals on Wheels daily deliveries. They do not have COSTCO hot dogs.

     I have already voted and still I get glossy election advertisements in the mail daily. I also get scam texts and phone calls daily offering to give me obscene amounts of money. I must have a hidden part of myself attractive to these scammers. Life can be dangerous.

     I watch an episode of LAW AND ORDER, an old TV series. I don’t know if I want to continue. Hard to find interesting TV shoes that are not violent and are interesting. MAJOR CRIMES, another old series is interesting but the stories are kind of stale. I am totally committed to reading REGIME CHANGE, a report of the Trump folks in the White house. I am so sad our country I love is fighting and supporting wars around the world. There is no end in sight.

 

Saturday, October 24, 2026

     The truck man comes by for a visit.  He no longer has his antique truck, now he drives a new low end four door Ford truck.  His face is a bit swollen.  He is recovering from cataract surgery. I am lethargic, waking up from my afternoon nap. And still, we talk and laugh. We are in our eighties and still alive. And we tell stories about the antics of our young adult grandchildren.

     Yes I do think about death although I don’t feel like I am dying soon. I’ve learned the body knows how to die, just as the body knows how to fall asleep. It is not a performance issue. Death pops us among my friends to remind me dying is still a possibility.

     Bright warm sun this morning in the kitchen as I put together my coffee and cereal. My bedroom, where I eat my breakfast, is at least 20 degrees cooler. Soon, my room will be warm and the kitchen cool. No dogs barking or birds chirping.  However, the sounds of airplanes come through the open window.

     We watch episodes of YOUTH and of SMALL PROPHETS. Now SMALL PROPHETS is weird and wonderful.  It is rated 100 % critics score on Rotten Tomatoes. I don’t think I have ever seen a show with 100% score. I am captivated with the nonfiction REGIME CHANGE, a close look at how the Trump world actually works. They all should go to prison. I wonder what will change with the upcoming election. SIGH.