Thursday, December 12, 2024

     Rainy cold morning. I am going through my morning routine of coffee, breakfast, the paper edition of the New York Times.  Now is the time to write my daily report.  What if I no longer have anything to say, tragedy or not?

     As my body gets old so does my house.  I have lived here for 53 years. Replaced the roof twice, the deck once, repainted the outside once. Fixed the plumbing and the electrical systems. Everything is old.  I now tell folks I have the old farmhouse style of living, comfortable and worn. I was going to say shabby but no, not shabby. I am older than most of my neighbors. When I moved in, I was the youngest.

      I am an avid reader, looking for ideas and recommendations everywhere.  My friendly librarian makes this possible. Friends come by, and we talk and laugh.  Mostly I am alone.

     Last night I start watching BLACK DOVES on netflix. An intense high speed British spy series, 6 episodes. I watch the first two episodes. There are many unfinished series on the TV waiting for me.  This one I think I will finish.