I have a friend named Patrick who has a professional job, is bright and thoughtful. And yet his old jetta car is horrible, piled with junk and a multi cracked windshield.

He has been driving with this cracked windshield for years. Isn't it illegal to have a cracked windshield.

I wish it didn't bother me so much.

The clouds are gathering, the storm is coming. I just can't get my house and body warm.

Just ordered smart wool socks from on line. Hope they come soon.

Going to the movies this afternoon. Hope their heater is working well.

Am carrying the Hospital chaplain beeper for three days, not unusual but still I feel confined in what I do because the beeper can go off at any time.

I have been called twice today and drove to the hospital to do what they asked.

Even though it feels intrusive to have this beeper still it is always interesting to walk into an unknown medical situation and figure out what to do next.

So I have no complaints at all.

I just watched a documentary film on Pete Seeger. I am so touched by his singing and his presence in the world. His music was such a part of my early life.

Here he is in his eighties, just as alive as ever.

Seeing him reminds me that there is hope in this world.

It feels like I am preparing for a slow trip to old age. I recently noticed that my bathroom floor was slippery when I was walking in my socks so I put down strips of duck tape to make it more secure.

Then I put in a night light in the bathroom for the times I have to get up in the middle of the night.

Now I am looking at my living r9om. What will trip me up?

I have seen too many broken hips at the hospital lately.

The neighbors are rebuilding the road behind my house. All day constructions sound blast though my thin walls and single pane windows.

I can hardly wait until the work days ends and I can feel the quiet return to my house and body.

I am glad they have jobs and the road is being repaired but the noise is too much.

After a morning of focused attention on getting a bunch of things completed I sat down to read the paper. There were many obituaries printed.

I checked their names and the information about their lives and of course, are they older then me or younger.

At some point my name will be there. Can I understand that. No, it doesn't seem real.