Thursday, January 31, 2019

Yesterday midafternoon I sat for 40 minutes in the parking lot at Community Hospital, waiting for my friend to be released.  Many cars coming and going.  Change of shift.  The new workers came to relieve the old workers. Twice the number of cars needed parking spaces for a short time.  A crew of men with walkie talkies directed the traffic and allowed the cars to be double park, blocking the parked cars.  Keys were left, and these men would move the cars around waiting for the old staff to drive their cars away.

When I was texted that my friend was ready to be picked up, I had to weave slowly around the parked empty cars blocking the roadway.

I spent a lot of time reading yesterday.  The last New Yorker, and MILKMAN, a novel by Anna Burns.  Sitting in my car, sitting at home and sitting at my friend’s house while she slept.