Thursday, September 10, 2026

     My old brown car is sitting outside. I can feel it calling to me, take me for a ride. This car is 18 years old, still needs a key to start the engine, has no voice instructions to the driver. I think of the car as young, just 18, now an adult and ready to begin life. For a car 18 is near the end. I have a choice in my relationship with this fabulous car.

     Aren’t we exempt from heat waves.  We are smart enough to live by the ocean. I am wrong, yesterday is a killer of heat wave. Close the curtains, and turn on the fan and wait it out. I become a clothes line with cold wet towels draped over my body.

     Loud military airplanes fly over the house, really loud. Different sound from the commercial planes that are much higher in the sky. I sit on the deck in the shade listening to podcasts.  Too hot to read. Drinking cold bottled drinks. Back to the couch with the wet towels drying on my body.

     In the evening, we binge on the last episodes of MAXIMUM PLEASURE GUARANTEED, An intense thriller. The heat continues through the night. I wonder if the White House, the people’s house, is air condition.  Of course it is. I wonder if the AI creations are out to kill us as reported in the news last night. AI is creepier than our incompetent president.

 

Wednesday, September 9, 2026

    Monday, in the late afternoon, I am sitting on the deck eating apple pie with a friend. I see the old neighbor, on the other side of my fence, working in his garden.  I thought he had died.  I was told by a neighbor that he died. Who died then?

     The weather reports warn us of a heat wave this week. After months of fog and reading about heat domes in other parts of the world it is our time. Well the sun is shinning this morning.  Some high thin clouds drift in the sky. I can’t find my warm weather clothes buried someplace in the closet. We have tomatoes, many, many, tomatoes growing in the back garden. The sunflowers are mostly gone thanks to the aggressive eating by the squirrels.

     I am still taking two naps a day.  I remember my babies taking several naps a day. I never expected that old people also take several naps a day.

     In the evening, we watch the next episode of TED LASSO, our feel good show. A bit corny but still likeable. The living room is still too warm in the evening. Nothing new with the incompetent president. Same old bluster and lies and destruction of familiar sites. And the wars continue and ICE is a danger to all

 

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

     Walking on the deck mid morning I hear sirens from fire trucks, and then ambulance sirens. They are close by.  I wait. Then they move pass us up the hill. Our neighborhood is safe for another day.

     I am restless and tired most of the day. Moving from activity to activity, mostly sitting in my blue recliner trying out different library books.  None seem to satisfy me.  The tall man comes by to drag the garbage bins to the street. He too can hardly keep his eyes open. Too tired to talk to me. Maybe we all have a sleeping disorder. Maybe I am living in an alternative world now.

     I start watching a PBS detective series, BERGERAC. I watch all six episodes during the afternoon and evening. I can’t remember the last time I binge watched a show. My roommate returns from her weekend adventure just as the last episode ends.

     I sleep well last night and today I am ready to be awake and alert. Time to start watching the daily news to see what our incompetent president is up to. He would be quite funny if his actions were not so tragic for the world. Tariffs, wars, shooting down fishing boats, playing golf, corrupting our economy, building ballrooms.