Tuesday, June 2, 2026.

     I drive my friend to the gas station.  She lost her car gas cap while getting gas. I drive through rush hour traffic and park. She walks around the area looking for the cap.

     I sit in the car watching people and cars rushing by. Her smashed cap is found on the road. The gas station attendant gives her a cap from his pile of lost caps.

     A middle age bearded man walks up the street with a large parrot on his shoulder. The streets are filled with cars and groups of people, summer visitors. I am exhausted when I return home.

     My East Coast daughter sends me the Oliver Sacks memoir, A LEG TO STAND ON. Now it is my turn to read the book. He is such a good writer as he describes his experiences with a broken leg and being a medical patient. I am reminded of my experiences. We start watching season two of THE FOUR SEASONS show. Today is election day and tonight we will watch the results.

 

Monday, June 1, 2026

     This is a birthday month, My younger brother in early June and me in late June. I don’t much celebrate, I don’t know why. I send my brother a text message wishing him a happy birthday and I like to receive text messages back.  This year I want to celebrate by watching the new movie THE SHEEP DETECTIVES, when it starts streaming this summer.

     Times were different in the mid 20^th century when, in my early twenties, I was a single parent with three young children and a job. I was able to afford housing, food, babysitter and eventually college mostly on my social worker salary and some infrequent support from their father. Couldn’t happen in today’s economy. I didn’t realize how fragile life was then. I am grateful to Lyndon Johnson’s war on poverty that made it all possible.

     The salad plot is ready to be harvested. These greens grow so fast.  I am not sure I can eat them fast enough.

     In the evening, we watch more episodes of HACKS. We have the last two episodes to go. My roommate prefers hearing the bad political news on her tiny cell phone in small bites. I prefer the big TV screen.

 

Sunday, May 31, 2026

     It is morning again and again.  Morning comes quickly everyday. Sun is out.  I am sitting in my bedroom, the breakfast tray near the chair.  I drink my coffee and eat the cereal and am ready to write.  I sit here wondering what words will come up.

     My roommate is outside with friends preparing a bunch of potted herbs for a fund raising lunch today. I hear the voices but not the words. I wonder if it is time for me to get my hearing checked. When they leave, I will have the house to myself and I have plans. I need to write them down so I don’t forget.

     Yesterday I look up studies of statistical outcomes of Bladder cancer treatments.  I am trying to find if I am going to live or die soon.  As if I can ever figure it out.  The information doesn’t have to be accurate, rather just something I can hold on to, and then let it go. I hear laughter outside.

     After several false starts I find a book that interests me. STRANGERS, A MEMOIR OF MARRIAGE by Belle Burden. Today between tasks I plan to read more of this memoir. Last night we watch the last episodes of THE BOROUGHS, a truly entertaining series. And I want to say something about our horrendous politics but I am not sure what. While the sun is out, life looks good.