Friday, February 8, 2019

Frost Thursday morning. Splashes of white on roofs.  No frost on the fire station roof but the police department has frost.  Some of my neighbors have frosted roofs, some don’t. I now know who keeps their heaters on at night. 

Driving to Carmel over the hill before sun rise, cars backed up at the turn off.  Big days for gold tournament. I inch my way to a clear lane hoping no one hits me.

The heater was on, rattling like the agitator in an old washing machine.  We sat for 40 minutes and it was still really cold.  We later confessed that we had played with the idea of just leaving it was so cold.  I tried to stay with my breath but my shoulders crept up as I shivered. In the end we agreed to write to the director that he had to replace the heater.  It was no longer blowing out heat. At the coffee house we warmed our selves in the heated room. We were proud that we had survived this ordeal.

I am starting to read, look at THE PRINCIPLES OF UNCERTAINTY by Maira Kalman. She paints her highly personal worldview in an inimitable combination of words and images.  I love her art.