Sunday, May 4, 2025

     We meet and write on Saturday mornings at my house. Three of us. Such a treat to do timed writing and to listen to each other.  Really, I am learning to listen without jumping to an opinion. We are not trying to improve our writing, just learning to listen to our writing voices. And surprisingly it is quite playful.

     I pay my monthly bills by checks and stamped envelopes. My family pay their bills on line but not me. I like the physicality of writing checks. This morning is another check paying day. I am tired of living my life through lighted screens.

     Drippy, foggy day, yesterday. This morning the sun is out at least for a few minutes. I watch the last episode of NORTH OF NORTH and an episode of REFORMED. Neither series is exciting but good enough. I am ready for some excitement. Monday is monthly chemo treatment again.

     The back yard is a meadow filled with a variety of plants and grasses.  My neighbors see weeds growing. Some grasses have grown to be 6 feet tall. I don’t know the names of these plants.  I see the various shades of green interspersed with flowers. As soon as fires season starts, I will have to cut it back. Or maybe not.