Tuesday, March 31, 2026

     I check my email several times Monday looking for a response from the Coastal Commission to my Sunday letter of concern. Nothing yet and maybe never. Communicating through the internet does seem to be futile, as if I am playing a game. I do my daily exercises of walking on the deck and yoga chair exercises.

     Monday is an unexpected two nap day. I look for causes of tiredness so I can find solutions.  I curl up on the couch and doze for awhile. Not quite asleep and not awake, a strange state of mind.

     Cloudy damp morning.  Garbage truck is lumbering up the street. Neighbor’s dog is barking. Sometimes I wonder if a barking dog means someone needs help. I just don’t know.  The barking has stopped now.

     I am totally engrossed with reading THE SENSE OF AN ENDING, a novel by Julian Barnes. He creates an immediacy in the narrative. The story stays in my mind.  In the evening my roommate is on zoom meetings. I watch more episodes of the CLOSER.  Surely I can find some other good shows to watch.

 

Monday, March 30, 2026

    Ten thousand people show up for the no king rally by the beach in Monterey. I wonder where they all parked and what about bathrooms, food, benches.  I search the facebook images to see how it is handled. I am sure there was a lot of invisible work done by the organizers. I have to stay at home.

     My roommate plants sunflower seeds along the back fence.  Potential tall gorgeous sun flowers. The potato patch is filling up with green plants. During the day I look over the deck railing to see what is growing. Lots of patches of turned earth amidst the brown grasses.

     The tall man brings me a home made dinner with meat and mushrooms.  He is checking on my fickle esophagus. After each meal I smile, grateful for the ability to swallow easily.

      We watch another episode of the madcap show DEADLOCH.  I am looking for a written summery of what the show is really about. And I spend a lot of the day reading FIRESTORM by Jacob Soboroff. I am curious how the fire response team makes decisions and fight fires. I am afraid of fire storms. And fire season is starting here.

 

 

 

Sunday, March 29, 2026

     Saturday is a day off, no major tasks to complete and no medical appointments. I am done for awhile, just eating my meals, visiting with family, sitting in the front yard and doing my daily chair yoga exercises, and reading Lily King HEART THE LOVER.  My next medical appointment is a phone check in next week and then an oncology appointment in May. 

     We watch the stand-up comedian JENNY SLADE on Prime tv. She tells good stories and is funny. Later I watch another episode of THE CLOSER.

     In the evening after we turn off the TV, we hear two owls hooting to each other. Owls in our neighborhood.  I saw a neighborhood picture of an owl this week, a dark picture with the silhouette of the owl on a pine tree branch.

     Now that the rest of my body has settled down, I am aware of the occasional discomfort and sometimes pain in my knee. Nothing is ever perfect. Before going to bed I start the next library book, FIRESTORM, The Great Los Angeles Fires and America’s New Age of Disaster by Jacob. Soboroff, one of my favorite MS NOW reporters.