Sunday, February 16, 2025

     J.H. continues to work on the roof and the side of the house all day repairing termite damaged wood.  Hammering, taping, cutting, moving around with his ladders and tools.  The noise fills the house and I retreat to the farthest corner. I start to forget why he is doing this to the house.  After 18 hours of work over two days he packs up his white truck to leave. He shows me what he has done and I am pleased and impressed.  My house will live another day. He is such a skilled independent worker.

     I realize at the end of the day that I never left the house. In the morning my writing friends write and talk in my living room, and the rest of the day I am hiding from the racket. Today I need to get out of the house before I get too crazy.

    All day I read Penelope Lively’s novel HOW IT ALL BEGAN and more essay by Phillip Lopate, A YEAR AND A DAY. Maybe too much reading in one day.

     I watch some dumb TV in the evening and then go to bed. I am restless for outdoor adventures today.