Monday, August 3, 2020

Sunday late afternoon, I sit by the bears on Colton Hall lawn. Few people around. Several dragon flies sweep by.  Two new trees have been planted. A young woman is chasing her quick twin toddlers. Some wear masks some don’t.

I think of the passing days as either vivid or dull. Sometimes both.  Today is garbage day, always a vivid day. There is joy in getting rid of trash and garbage.

I am committed to reading all ten Swedish books about the detective Martin Beck.  I first read then in the 60’s. They are still fresh and interesting.  I love that there are no computers or google or cell phones in their lives. A lot of time is spent looking for a telephone booth.  I am on book 2.

I feel that the virus is getting closer to me.  It is invisible and yet I follow the daily numbers on line as if they are a warning to me personally.