Friday, April 21, 2023

I am excited to find 80 year old characters in books I read. Mostly men, seldom women.  Today’s book is EVERY CLOAK ROLLED IN BLOOD by James Lee Burke. A vivid intense mystery story by a master writer. I like books that reflect my age cohort.

I slept so well last night.  Only got up once to use the bathroom. Now I am looking at the activities that triggered such a good rest.  I may never know. Maybe this is the new norm.

I receive the New Yorker each Thursday.  I smile at the cartoons.  I read some of the back pages. The main articles are not so interesting.  They need more people in their 80’s.  There is a relentlessness with the weekly arrival of another issue.

My neighbor rings my door bell in the late afternoon.  Kathy, your car’s head lights are on.  He is cheerful with a glass of wine in his hand. No, I don’t think so.  I haven’t driven the car for a week. Yes, he insists and goes across the street to check my lights again. Nope, just the sun glare on the car.