Saturday, December 7, 2024

     I don’t answer why questions any more. Nope. I no longer believe that I can understand why something happens. Multiple causes.  My mind seeks out a reason and creates a story.  The latest question is why I don’t go downtown and get a haircut. I don’t know why I am holding back. One day I will just do it. Or maybe not.

     On Fridays MOW volunteers bring two identical dinners for the weekend plus a variety of other foods. The paper bag is heavy. I am set.

     I am still working on selecting the eleven gift books for the family. I have the wrapping paper and ribbons but I am undecided about the books. There are at least thirty that I am considering.

     My personal librarian comes by in the afternoon for a visit.  As usual we don’t run out of words or topics. She picks up the pile of books to return to the library. Later I watch another episode of COLLISION and then an episode of MY LIFE IS MURDER. Makes me wonder about choosing such violent shows. There are no answers for why questions.