Wednesday, November 16, 2022

My friends are talking about what to do with their dead bodies.  It is a bit abstract for them, but not for me. My body is alive and active now but that could change. I want something normal and familiar.  Cremation and then bury my ashes in the Monterey cemetery.  My Italian mother told us old stories of people buried in coffins who were not really dead.  I want to be actually dead when I am dead.

A family of dear walk up the street in the mornings checking out the neighborhood gardens. We are part of the hidden deer paths in Monterey.  I do wonder how they arrive on our short dead end street. Our back yards are all fences in to keep out the deer.

This morning before friends come over, I notice the clutter in my living room. The cardboard boxes and paper bags filled with trash sit by the front door waiting for the tall man or the wonderful daughter to drop by.  I encourage them to help remove the piles of trash.  My balance is not so good and I am afraid of falling.

I am reading LESSONS by Ian McEwan. I have put aside several books that I had started recently. I am not quite willing to say I have given up on them.