Wednesday, November 19, 2025

     I hate it when people move away from here. Of course they have good reasons, jobs, housing, family, boredom, looking for adventure. To me they are disappearing, falling off the edge of the earth never to be seen again.  It is personal to me. I failed to make our lives good enough. And yet I know it is just the sadness of missing old friends. An old friend who disappeared last year is writing honestly about her experience in her new home. She is still alive to me.

     Spent time with three charming friends who meet monthly to talk and eat. I am not always able to attend but this month I can. Good food, lively conversation with real people, not just screen images or written words. I am so lucky to have them as friends.

     I bring my new whistle to lunch and demonstrate the use. I blow hard just once. We talk about politics and ICE, and the opportunity for folks to get together to protect their neighbors. A few days ago the tall man says if I end up in jail with that whistle, he would come and visit. He used to tell me he would never visit me in jail.  Life is improving.

     We watch more of the AMERICAN REVOLUTION. This series is helping me understand more about our origins as a country and why we are so divided now.