Tuesday, August 25, 2026

     The other tall young man is staying on until Friday. His mother the photographer went to Los Vegas for her job. My TV now works in a new way and my car is being repaired and should be ready to return home late this afternoon. The roommate works in the garden. The kitchen window sunflower is fading away. And I am no longer crying. Life seems to be working again.

     We are in season three of TRYING, British show about a young couple adopting a child. A funny uplifting series.

     The dinning room table is slowly becoming a work table again for me and for my roommate. No diners being planned now.  Most of the summer visits are over. The garbage trucks move slowly and loudly down the street in the morning. No dogs barking yet today.

     I am back to reading THE MEDICAL ETHIC, a philosophical memoir by Russell Noblett, MD. A slow read with lots of ideas to ponder. Time to pick up more books at the library.

 

Monday, August 24, 2026

     So we are replacing the black TV cable box. The East Coast photographer is actually doing all the work. I just don’t understand the on screen language and symbols as we slowly link up the new remote control, to the TV.  And then link up the paid channels with this new black box.  I burst out crying, it is so hard. Why do they make is so hard.

     And now my car is broken again and stuck at Del Monte shopping Center. Tomorrow, we move the car to the mechanic. I hope the car is OK spending the night alone in the parking lot. I need to build up my competence in managing the breakable stuff in my life.

     In the evening we watch the 1957 movie, A FACE IN THE CROWD, another old movie. I watch half before slipping off to my bedroom. The others keep watching.  It is actually quite good and I am tired and old.

     The kitchen sunflower is fading, becoming raggedy as he watches me through the window. I am fond of this flower and wish him well. Actually the flower doesn’t have a gender. I don’t want to call the flower an “it.” I do my daily chair exercises in the late afternoon out on the shady deck.

 

Sunday, August 23, 2026

      We are in the middle of loud excited conversations in the living room. The tall man is talking on his cellphone. We hear, “I know how to do a tourniquet.” The room is instantly silent.  What? Who is hurt.  But no, the phone speaker shakes his head and is not going to tell us anything. What a good way to get the room quiet.

     The short visit with the East coast family is going well. Saturday, we had sun shine all day.  They no longer believe me when I tell we have had the foggiest summer ever. Today the fog is back.

     We need a new black box for the TV. I am unable to go to the store. The East Coast relative steps up to the plate and is on her way to the Xfinity store. I do wonder why I can’t just do it but it seems my body resists dealing with internet and tv issues.

     Weissmann’s book, LIAR’S KINGDOM, is about Trump’s lies. He gives a road map for preventing another Trump being elected. The constant lying is so devastating to our community. In the evening, we watch Robert DeNero in the 1995 movie, CASINO. Three hours long and we stick with it inspite of the bloody violence, demeaning behavior towards women, and loud music.