Monday, December 1, 2025  

    Already a new month, days just slip by one after another. The lodestone day is garbage day, Monday.  Four Mondays a month.  Every Monday I think, if I don’t get these bags out, I will drown in trash and garbage. Probably not realistic but the fear is real.  As a social worker I did enter hoarders’ homes. I developed a fear it could to me.

     Cold over cast morning.  Heater is on. I receive my house insurance bill in the mail. The cost is up again, but at least they are willing to insure my home. Still, it is almost too expensive. When I retired in 1999, I had adequate income with social security and a PERS pension. Inflation is a real issue.

     The personal librarian and her puppy visit in the afternoon.  The puppy sleeps during most of the visit. As usual I give her a bag of books to distribute to free libraries. I am creating space on my book shelf. Maybe folks are reading some of my favorite books.

     In the evening with the heater on and the curtains closed we watch episodes of two different series, THE LONG WAY HOME and THE BEAST IN ME. The day is done, the diner over and we can watch before bedtime.