Monday, July 27, 2020

My finger tips are inky from reading the newspaper.  My bed is unmade and I wonder what is the point of making my bed every day.  The teenager doesn’t make her bed. Does she know something that I need to learn.

Today is garbage day.  I mark the passing of a week with garbage day.  The days are long and slow but garbage day comes quickly.

I love Willa Cather’s writing.  Her books always move me even though they were written a long time ago.

Sometimes I have very little to say.