Monday, July 31, 2023

While watering the front garden in the morning I hear the sharp sounds of blue jays.  Immediately warm memories of Tassajara arise in my body. For a moment I am in both here and there. And then I am back to my garden.  A short vacation.

For dinner last night I settled on a can of ensure, half a cut up apple, a yogurt smoothy and a slice of homemade bread toasted.

The fabulous former teenager went to see BARBIE for the third time wearing a completely new pink outfit. I took her picture on the iPhone. I am waiting for Barbie to stream on line. I still don’t have the appropriate pink outfit for the future viewing.

I am reading another mystery story, THE AMERICAN IN SCOTLAND, by Lucy Connelly. I am reaching saturation point with these mysteries.