Friday, January 20, 2023

The package with the box cutters sits on the table with the other unopened packages. Several family members are offering to help me. I was thinking I could throw an old table cloth over the piles of cardboard. Really, how easy it is to let cardboard get out of control. The pile has become an admirable sculpture to chaos in the living room.

Roxane and I meet to plan out the CSUMB, OLLI plein air spring writing classes.  We look for unusual places with parking, bathrooms, sun and shade and access to an inside room. My secret desire is to have a class at beautiful Spanish Bay resort.  I am looking for a contact person to discuss this possibility.

Icy cold morning.  Frost on the neighbors’ roofs. I am waiting for the sun to push up the temperature in the house.  The heater is trying.

I am gathering my supplies and support for the upcoming treatment series. I remind myself that my body is not the enemy.