Saturday, September 9, 2023

         I spoke too soon.  Another day without the internet.  What should I learn from this? I am rediscovering the radio.

         Thick fog this morning and surprising thunderclaps. I can’t see lightening. No rain, time to water the garden again. Lots of human sounds in the distance. We are on alert for fire season.

         The tall man is starting a vacation for a month of walking in France and Spain. I already miss him.  Before he left, he took out bags of trash and garbage to the bins.

         I read more of STILL LIFE AT EIGHTY. Abigail Thomas does capture parts of my life, in her series of short essays. I sometimes say I am 63 years old, and then correct it to 83.  When I was young these two numbers were in the same incomprehensible future.