Monday, June 8, 2020

My daily life feels so small. House, deck, porch.  Sometimes I am in my car.  It is people I miss. Books, news on TV, music on Pandora.

The teenager starts summer school at MPC today.  She will be in the family room with her computer for the classes.  She yearns to be on campus with other students.  I will stay out of her way.

Still reading PACHINKO. A couple of hundred pages to go.  Life is hard in the Pachinko world.

Squirrels race across the skylight to the bottle bush tree. They leap from the edge of the roof onto the swaying branches.