Monday, October 12, 2026
The parched oak trees look tired and dry. Long clusters of moss dangle from the limbs. Time for winter water to arrive. Swarms of moths circle the trees. Perhaps it is also time for the moth worm invasions.
I dream that I am dying last night. Now that I am awake and eating breakfast. I feel alive and doing well.
I am not sure if today, Monday, is really a holiday. Columbus Day is now called Indigenous Peoples’ Day. Luckily, I still trust google for information. Yep no mail today. In San Carlos Grammar school in the 1950’s. old Italian men, dressed like Christopher Columbus, would come into the classroom with the small paper ships filled with candy for each child. I still remember the three ships. The Nina, The Pinta, and the Santa Maria.
I am watching EAST OF EDEN. At first I felt it was too melodramatic but now I am liking it. We also watch LANTERN, another series that takes time to like. And I also am reading GHOST EYE by Amitav Ghosh. No interesting news about the corrupt president. We are all busy with voting season.