Sunday, January 20, 2019

I started reading THE WINTER SOLDIER a novel by Daniel Mason.  It doesn’t mean that I have finished the other books.  I get restless and want to try something different. I don’t understand where this restlessness comes from.  It is a neediness of not wanting to miss anything.  The partially read books are here next to me.  Their time will return.

I now understand why ironing was so important in the past.  My draped clothes are slowly drying and staying winkled.  It was the drier’s job to fluff the clothes.  I will wear winkled clothes this week.  I am not sure I can find my iron.

My brother sent a picture o his naked feet yesterday and invited his three sisters to send pictures of theirs.  My younger sister sent hers but not me.  Feels too intimate.  But I do see how our feet our similar.

Later, in the late afternoon I am sitting on my front porch totally engrossed in THE WINTER SOLDIER.  Warm afternoon, a line of ants scurry along the edge of the stones, birds flittering in the bushes. Tiny gnats beginning to rise from the wet soil.  The book has sent me to world war 1 and the suffering troops.