Tuesday, April 28, 2026  

    Each morning, I swallow the pink pill (0meprazole). For a month now, every morning.  No more difficulties swallowing food. I am not sure how long I can continue to take this medicine and which of my 4 doctors will help me make the decision. Sigh. Reading information on google is scary.

     The sun is warming up the house.  No clouds in the sky.

     In the evening we watch another episode of ROOSTER and several episodes of HACKS. I continue to watch more episodes of THE CLOSER hoping to get through all hundred episodes soon. We are stuck in a rut in our tv watching.

    I am almost done with THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER. My roommate took a stack of books back to the library and returned with a new stack.

 

Monday, April 27, 2026

     My house has visitors.  How neat should we be?  My roommate and I have lots of interests that involve stuff. Books, newspapers, fake chickens, papers, unopened mail and boxes. Blankets and pillows live on chairs in case the house gets too cold. It feels comfy and like home. Sometimes I am uncomfortable with my clutter, the stuff of life.  But this is my life.

     During this cold spell I have stayed indoors. Short walks on the cold deck to check out the progress of the back yard. Am I getting sick again or maybe just tired of my present life. Sunday, Time for a break from my daily exercise routine. The last couple of evening I take Tylenol pills for an achy body. This morning, I am ready to start again.

      My personal librarian and her energetic puppy visit in the late afternoon.  We decide to watch two episodes of THE CLOSER. We both are tired and need to not talk. Don’t watch any news at all. No new tired stories of the incompetent and malicious president.

     I am continuing to read Octavia Butler’s PARABLE OF THE SOWER. Such a scary sad story.

 

Sunday, April 26, 2026     

     I am rereading a book I read decades ago, Octavia Butler’s PARABLE OF THE SOWER.  I vaguely remember the plot. Yes, it is good.  Such a surprise to enjoy books from the past.

     I keep thinking of the last book SHATTERED, a memoir of a year in the author’s life of sudden permanent catastrophic disability. The author alternates between accepting and being angry with his new total paralysis. This weekend I feel anger and sadness with my body’s damage from the cancer treatments. No one’s at fault. I just want to be my old healthy self and that is not going to happen.

     We are watching another episode of THE CLOSER when I get a text from a friend about the shooting in Washington. For hours I watch the events on MS NOW as the politicians and security people, and the thousand distressed guests mingle the dining room. Yes a lone gunman did break through the security lines and was captured before he did too much damage.

     My roommate leaves the TV for her bedroom. My heroes are the many waiters who carefully clean up the dining room amidst the chaos. They quietly maneuver around the agitated guests and the police.