January 9, 2019

We talk about the news, what is happening with Trump.  She spins off into a catastrophic view of the future stopping further conversation.  I point out, you don’t know what will happen next.  She can’t help it.  I am interested in how life is happening.  I am not despairing.  I like that Trump’s bulling has woken up our people.  I have to stop trying to change her and let her be despairing. I want a friend I can talk to.

Before meeting for lunch, I sit in my car by the ocean in Pacific Grove.  The water is calm, silver blue with occasional large swells breaking on the rocks.  On a granite out crop a solitary white egret sits still, a dozen cormorants sit nearby drying their wings.  A line of five pelicans skim over the water.  No boats today. I read the new book WELCOME HOME by lucia Berlin.  I stop reading to see what I am missing on the water. A few people are walking on the trail.