I am diligently sewing on the new quilt, piece by piece and yet it never seems to be done. Stacks of squares done and not done. I am ready for this quilt to be done. I am restlessly looking at more fabric, something new. I am ready for something new.

I was busy from 5am until 2pm and then I was too tired to do much else . I did go to the Sport Center and listen to Whitney Huston on Pandora. Lots of energy in her music. Rained all day. Stopped at the library for some books I had ordered. Just finished watching Downton Abbey. I am so moved by the show. I want it to work out for everyone.

Sometimes I feel that I am just listing all my activities with out talking about some of the meaning of it for me and yet I don't know how to describe my life. the project I am working on in my writing is to describe my life as it is now and it is so difficult to do so.

Becoming aware of the homeless women in Monterey I started to remember how afraid I and my women friends were that we would become bag ladies if we didn't find someone to take care of us. Somehow I never expected that I would be able to support myself and yet in the end I did and most likely will never be homeless, but that fear lurks deep in my mind.

cool overcast day. Listen to the buzz saw all morning as another neighbor is hacking at their oak trees. I wanted to run out and say no, don't do this but I contained myself. the sound has stopped. Maybe there will not be any more cutting of trees.

Went to see ALBERT DOBBS at the movies today. A beautiful film, well done and very sad. I am glad that I saw it. it was in the tiny theater at the Osio with maybe 30 seats , most of which were awkward and uncomfortable. Luckily I was there early and got a good seat. Lots of people on the streets and around tonight

Gerald, my middle aged unemployed neighbor has been torturing the oak tree in his back yard which is just outside my kitchen window. He is constantly hacking at it with a chain saw.

In the late afternoon he sets up his extension aluminum latter and starts climbing up the tree. The tree now looks like an umbrella having lost most of it's limbs.

Is there a moral law against torturing a tree. If this was a dog I could call the police.

Planned to have coffee at the Pine Inn this morning with my friends but we didn't want to cross the picket line. The employees are striking for two days because they don't want to loose their medical benefits.

I absolutely support them. So we went to Pacific grove for our coffee.

I remember going out on strike many years ago and how scarey it was and in the end it was good for us as employees. I support unions.

The kids lounged around the living room this afternoon. No one wanted to go outside. the 12 year old boy played mind craft on the computer and the 10 year old girl flopped on the couch reading. I was sewing. Finally the girl asked if I wanted her to read to me and I did, so she read for an hour out loud
A quiet peaceful warm afternoon. I hope we do it again.