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.

 

            Friday, September 25, 2026

             I spend most of the day trying to figure out if I am sick or not.  The initial urine test report does not look good. I try twice to get a response from the urologist clinic.  In the late afternoon, the nurse calls and asks me question, symptoms? Well, nothing new. She says they can’t do anything until the last half of the test is completed and evaluated.  Monday, she says I will call you back and we will make a plan.

              So, I take it I am not sick and suddenly I am awake and alert. I have made myself ill trying to decide whether I am sick or not.  Even to the point of possibly of going to the ER. I am so afraid of sepsis again. I am not sick now. What a wasted day.

             After long text exchanges with the Apple plus support bot I learn that there is corruption in the coding of the TV show when the episode was uploaded.  It happens. No other show on my television has corrupt sub titles. The bot says it happens and gave me several complicated ways to fix it. Not my fault. I will probably just live with it.

             More library books arrive in the morning. I am back to ready again now that I am not sick. The most interesting book I am reading is a non fiction book, THINGS IN NATURE MERELY GROW by Yiyun Li. Her reflections on the deaths of her two sons. Also in the evening I watch the beginning of season two of SHOW TRIALS, a British mystery show.  It is difficult to focus on the dreadful president when the sun is shining outside. And the tomato plants are full of small sweet fruit.