Monday, September 28, 2026

     The Sunday NYT’s  paper is still in the driveway along with today’s paper.   I forget to go out the front door on Sunday.  I do walk on the back deck but mostly I stay inside all day and night. I sit in my recliner reading or watching TV , sometimes talking on the phone. It is not surprising that I do not sleep well last night.

     I tell myself to get out and do something. Go to the parking lot at the beach, check out the birds at Lake El Estero, the kids at the park. Plans come and go, and I stay inside.  It is cold and foggy.

     What am I waiting for? I wish I knew.  A significant procedure is scheduled for Friday. I do have a minor UTI and will be on antibiotics starting Tuesday. I have to stop criticizing myself for not being more active.

     My roommate is busy on her election campaign and dealing with medical insurance issues. I am careful not to bother her. In the evening I watch the last episode of SHOW TRIAL.  I Hope there are more seasons. I am reading THE HUNDRED YEAR WALK, an Armenian odyssey by Dawn Anahid MacKeen. I don’t have a clue what trouble the incompetent president is up to on this Sunday.

 

Sunday, September 27, 2026

     The Tall Man picks up the antibiotic prescription at CVS. My name continues to be misspelled. It is easier to just accept the new name then try to change it in their computer. As long as my 86 year old memory holds up, I can do this. It is like living with a time bomb that can go off at some unexpected time. It is turtles all the way down.

     Cold foggy morning. My warm comforter is great last night. I look around my bedroom and fantasize about removing half of the stuff crammed in here.  I want more open space.  Mostly books and stuff. Maybe I can just pack them in bags and store them in the basement.

     The charming dog lover brings my favorite cookies from Whole Foods. Cookies and thoughtful conversation, My life is good. We still have tomatoes growing in the back yard. My master gardener roommate has transformed the neglected abandoned yard into a small farm. And still my thoughts drift to worrying about  the possibility of the cancer returning. I have a cancer surveillance procedure coming up soon.

     I am back to reading the novel, THE ACCORDIONIST’S SON by Bernardo Atxaga, published in 2003.Story about the effects of the Spanish civil war. Recommended by the Tall Man. In the evening, we watch episodes of LANTERNS and TED LASSO. Two good shows. It is a no political news day for me.  I suspect the incompetent president is still creating havoc around the world.

 

Saturday, September 26, 2026

     Now that I have accepted my television glitches I am struggling with my computer formatting. I don’t know what to say.  I did push enough buttons that I now can write up my daily report.  I am not convinced it is solved. But I will pretend all is well and keep my fingers from pushing any more buttons.  It is all my fingers’ fault.

     Several phone talks with the Urology clinic nurse and we have a plan about the UTI. I wish I had more confidence with this plan. My body is also developing glitches.

     Blue jays and hummingbirds flit around the bottle bush trees this morning as I am eating my breakfast. Foggy and sunny weather for the day. Time to put my cold weather comforter on the bed. Glorious full moon last night.

     We watch the first two episodes of season 6 of SLOW HORSES, my absolute favorite show. We can’t watch TRYING because of the glitches with sub titles, unless we want to learn a new language. We are hoping for a miracle or a talented computer engineer. I finished reading THE BORROWED LIFE OF FREDERICK FIFE, a feel good, kind thoughtful novel. And then there is the continuing war and bombing and sick people losing their medical coverage and poverty all because of the stumbling ignorant president.