Monday, January 6, 2025

     I know I will struggle for a couple of days as I settle into living alone again. I move slowly, take naps, walk on my deck.  The TV doesn’t interest me, reading is short lived. I fold clean sheets and towels, and return them to their cupboards. I miss them all and am glad to have silence.

     The tall man comes by to see if I need anything. A neighbor knocks on the front door in the dark, startling me. His daughter’s toy has flown into my yard.  Yes of course he can search the back property.  He carries a giant flashlight. I lock up the house and pull the curtains.

     A long phone conversation with a friend brings me back to my life. Slowly I am adjusting.

     THE LIGHT EATERS still intrigues me. She describes the scientists and their experiments in studying the lives and behaviors of plants.

     I struggle with the heater. Cold sunny day.  Do I turn the heater on.  Can I afford it.  I give in and turn it on for awhile and then off and then on again. My family is well aware of my neurotic relationship with the heater. I wear my new green puffer jacket in the house.