Sunday, June 1, 2025

     The Tall man is in Spain beginning his two hundred mile walk. The young poet is at a D & D convention in Southern California with her sister and friends. My sisters are on the move, one in France and one in Tennessee on a river boat. I am at home thinking about medical waiting rooms.

     We meet Saturday mornings to continue exploring our writing practice. Our writing voices are so different from our conversation stories. I am starting to review my short reports on medical waiting rooms during the last 4 years.

     I am still haunted by Laurence Wright’s novel, HUMAN SCALE.  The characters and stories remain active in my mind. Very few books stick with me for days and weeks. So much hopelessness and human misery. I live in a safe, boring middle class bubble barely aware of the suffering in my community.

     The house is quiet this Sunday morning. More fog.  We miss the heat wave this weekend. Flowers bloom wildly in the yard. Today I want to drive to the ocean. It feels like hundreds of miles away rather than one mile down the hill.