Tuesday, September 29, 2026 

     I hear the owls hooting in the dark. Distant sounds. And then the heavy, loud commercial airplanes beginning their daily run to distant cities.  Finally, the lumbering garbage truck are tackling the brown bins filled with garbage.  Time to get up and start the day. Dogs start barking.

     Monday was dark and gray, clouds, gusts of wind, some warmth. In the early evening the clouds disappear and a shinning moon in the sky appears. 

     I do all my tasks, morning dishes, two sets of exercises, and pick up the mail. And of course, my usual reading and watching the news. Life is working again. This morning, I took the first pill of my five day prescription of antibiotics. No more UTI for me.

     In the evening, we watch another episode of LANTERNS, such a strange series based on some old Green Lantern comic books. I start reading another book THE WEDDING PEOPLE by Alison Espach. Now I have a growing stack of partially read books. The old corrupt president is losing his grip on our lives. It is about time.

 

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.