Monday, December 31, 2018

Last day of the year.  I am waiting for the plumber to come to replace the leaking garbage disposal.  Two days ago the home repair person came to fix the broken mail box. I read the Sunday times this morning while I drank my first cup of coffee.  I didn’t really read it.  I glanced at the headlines and looked at the pictures.   My self appointed job is to keep everything moving.  Wash dishes, put stuff back, and take out the trash.  My fear is that I will be overwhelmed with chaos and mess.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

My library reserve list is too long.  I put names on the list in order not to forget.  But I forget why I put them on the list.  The library was closed for a couple days,  and now it is open, and ten books suddenly are waiting for me at the library.  I read the names and wonder now why did I reserve this book.  I don’t even think I can carry ten books to my car, too heavy.

I know there is a better system of keeping track of books but I just don’t want to do it.

Yesterday I started reading David Baldacci’s LONG ROAD TO MERCY.   

Saturday, Dec. 29, 2018

This morning I walked quietly to the kitchen to make coffee.  The others were in their rooms asleep.   I started looking for the NYT paper.  I read the previous day’s paper and am not surprised by the sensational news.  I am calm enough to read the mid range news stories and the reviews and opinions. I looked at the usual places but no paper. 

A story grew in my mind that someone was careless with my paper and I will never find it. I become desperate and start to go outside to see if it has been left on the table.  There it is in the discard pile.  I drink my coffee and read Friday’s paper. 

What is it about the stories that arise in my mind?  Being with family over the week many stories arise, most of them are wrong. My resentful stories of my parents have faded and a new understanding has begun.