Sunday, December 28, 2025   

     The tall man arrives in the late afternoon. He says I slept through his earlier visit when he plugged in his battery and devices, cooked a meal and ate before leaving.  He was impressed that I did not wake up on the couch in the living room while he was here. I must really need my naps.  I am speechless.

     The East Coast family arrive around 2 a.m. I vaguely hear them and then I am back asleep. In the morning everyone is talkative and I don’t have time to write. So now after lunch I am writing on my computer.

     During my meals on wheels lunch I watch a two week old THE LATE SHOW with Stephen Colbert. The others are out on the town. Quiet time is a good respite.

     In the evening we watch the Netflix documentary about Seymour Hersh’s life as a journalist. THE COVER UP. Wonderful show.

 

Saturday, December 27, 2025    

     Sitting outside in the sudden sunlight, breeze, not so cold. What do I hear, a distant familiar roar, traffic sounds or maybe the wind in the trees, sounds so similar. An airplane taking off.  Bird chatter breaks through, sea gulls, small birds. I do some of my chair exercises listening in the outside world.

     Everything stops as the area is dark and cold. I live in a functioning small area of the damaged town.  Warming and charging shelters have been set up.  Family come to get warm and charge their batteries and devices here.  My home is warm and has power. This morning the sun and clouds move through the house.

      The East Coast family is supposed to arrive tonight provided there are not more delays with air travel. I wish I had something smart or clever to write about these times.

     We watch more episodes of THE BIG “C”, a funny poignant sit come about a woman who has fatal cancer. I like the show and it scares me about my own life with cancer. Time to watch another motorcycle trip series.

 

Friday, December 26, 2025

     I wake up in the dark, early morning, snuggled under my warm comforter. I slowly realize I am old, really old and it is not going to get better.  All the plans to do stuff are just a distraction from being alive now in an old body.  I breathe this awareness in and breath it out.  My skin is old and falling apart now as well as the rest of my body. I get up, turn on the heater and put together my coffee and cereal breakfast. The others in the house are still asleep.

     Several times the young folks recommend K-pop DEMON HUNTERS on Netflix for us all to watch.  Nope, not me. However, on Christmas Day we watch this animated frenetic show. They are laughing, I don’t understand most of the jokes or story. I am old, not young at heart anymore. I stay for the whole movie.

     Earlier I turn on TRAIN DREAMS, a netflix movie. A slow moving beautiful show. Soon I am watching it by myself. I am not surprised. And yet we all find a rhythm together. I have a good time with my family and friends.  

     We are in the midst of several storms, howling winds, rain, squalls, thunder, lightning, and sunshine coming and going. Most of the town lost electric power several days ago. My home is spared.