Monday, November 28, 2022

The former teenager returned to her campus life at U.C. Santa Cruz. Before she drove off, she cleaned out her leftover food and washed the dirty dishes. I want to hug her and say thank you so much.

In the morning I took out trash, sat in the patio and did my morning exercises.  I am still worried about the dead looking oak tree.  There are just a few new leaves. The rest of the garden is vibrant and colorful.

This morning at dawn I had vivid memories of my times at U.C. Berkeley.  It was 1958-1962.  I loved living in Berkeley, attending classes, working on the daily college newspaper, talking to different people. A favorite place was the International House down the street from where I lived. I hadn’t known how special it was while I was at college. I thought my life would always be magical.

I am trying out different incontinent supplies, looking for the best one.  There is no best. I am trying to love my bladder as it is. I am learning more about my internal body parts then I ever thought I wanted to know.