Thursday, April 23, 2026

       Last month I ask my roommate to pick up some asparagus and cherries at the store.  She brings asparagus.  Every week I say, what about the cherries? Today she brings fresh cherries for me.

     Cold morning as I drink hot coffee.  But the sun is out and the east side of the house is warming up. The neighborhood is quiet.  Sounds of garbage bins returning to their homes. No noise from the high school down the block.

     I am reading Miriam Toews latest non fiction book, A TRUCE THAT IS NOT PEACE. I keep picking up the book and telling myself just one more chapter. It is about life in all of its weirdness and complexity.

     The war with Iran continues, and no end is in sight with our incompetent leaders. Time to make some smart snarky comments here, but it is just too sad.

 

 Wednesday, April 22, 2026 

     While we are talking a soft female voice comes from his pocket.  “I don’t know what you are asking?” He pulls out his phone, oh it is just Siri listening to us.  We are sitting on towels on a wet bench near the ocean. My fourth outing for bench sitting. Conversations are more intense and interesting when sitting outside near the ocean.

     Rain, puddles, and sunshine alternating through the day. I forget at first how to use my windshield wipers and head lights. I drive my roommate for her medical appointment in the afternoon.

     I want to listen to podcasts but find it difficult to do. I can’t when I am focused on not falling while walking.  When I am sitting in my recliner I love to read. It is scary to be distracted when I am doing chores. The best place is sitting in my car watching the birds at Lake El Estero.

     In the evening, we watch two show, ROOSTER and HACKS. Both moderately funny without any murders or violence. While my roommate is on a zoom meeting I watch the PBS Newshour. Three small buckets in my bathroom collect the rain drops from the cracked sky light. Yes I do need to get it fixed.

 

Tuesday, April 21, 2026  

     I’ve watched every kind of detective show and am kind of bored with them.  Maybe we need a mystery show with Internal Revenue investigators, you know the Tax guy and his clever partner checking out bitcoin fraud and murder. Our current administration gives us a lot of plot possibilities. Instead of working class crime we could focus on those tricky billionaires.

     Cold damp morning. Heater is on. I plan to bench sit this morning with a friend at San Carlos Beach. Looks like we will miss the rain. Puddles outside and some clouds from last night storms.

     Last night was Rachel Maddow show along with our weekly garbage day. My roommate has the bins to the curb before Rachel came on. Every day she spends hours in the dirt creating a back yard garden. She would like chickens but I am not ready for chickens.

     WILD DARK SHORE turns out to be a compelling story set in Australia. Yesterday I did not succumb to ordering another book from Amazon. The New Yorker has some interesting articles these last couple of weeks. Life is good.