Tuesday, December 31, 2024

     She tracks the apple tag in her wayward suitcase 3000 miles away. She tells me her suitcase is still at the airport in New York and she is sitting here in my living room. I just don’t understand how this is possible. The created world in my mind does not include apple tags and cell phones.

     Trash and garbage accumulate in the kitchen and bathrooms. The bins are much too small for all of us. But still, we try to squeeze more in before the garbage trucks arrive.

     Sitting outside in my green puffer jacket I see the gnats moving in random directions in the sunlight near the moist earth. I watch while I restart my chair exercise.  I am feeling better.

     Finally, I am seduced by the book AMERICAN BULK, essays on excess by Emily Mester. Wonderful clear memoir writing. This one I will finish.