Wednesday, April 1, 2026

    I yell out to my roommate, I am eating bacon, really bacon bits in my Elroy’s salad. I love bacon. I am expanding the variety of foods I can eat. I am taking medicine for my finicky esophagus.  One small pink pill with my morning breakfast and the world of eating food opens up for me. But will it last? I am keeping my fingers crossed.

     I have had a lazy esophagus for at least 15 years with frequent bouts of not swallowing anything for hours at a time. My family doctor, from years ago, described it as a lazy esophagus. Recently a relative describes his treatment for his swallowing issues. And now it is working for me. Yea for Omeprozoles.

     Time to get more gas for my car. Another task that family members have been doing for me for the last 5 years. Now it is my turn to just drive into the station and buy the gas. And I am nervous and reluctant. Another fear to overcome.

     I am now reading the fourth book in a historical fiction series, KOPP SISTERS ON THE MARCH, by Amy Stewart. A family of sisters living during the early twentieth century. Very comfortable to read. I continue to watch the endless episodes of THE CLOSER in the evening. One hundred episodes and one hundred different murders. Sigh.

 

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

     I check my email several times Monday looking for a response from the Coastal Commission to my Sunday letter of concern. Nothing yet and maybe never. Communicating through the internet does seem to be futile, as if I am playing a game. I do my daily exercises of walking on the deck and yoga chair exercises.

     Monday is an unexpected two nap day. I look for causes of tiredness so I can find solutions.  I curl up on the couch and doze for awhile. Not quite asleep and not awake, a strange state of mind.

     Cloudy damp morning.  Garbage truck is lumbering up the street. Neighbor’s dog is barking. Sometimes I wonder if a barking dog means someone needs help. I just don’t know.  The barking has stopped now.

     I am totally engrossed with reading THE SENSE OF AN ENDING, a novel by Julian Barnes. He creates an immediacy in the narrative. The story stays in my mind.  In the evening my roommate is on zoom meetings. I watch more episodes of the CLOSER.  Surely I can find some other good shows to watch.

 

Monday, March 30, 2026

    Ten thousand people show up for the no king rally by the beach in Monterey. I wonder where they all parked and what about bathrooms, food, benches.  I search the facebook images to see how it is handled. I am sure there was a lot of invisible work done by the organizers. I have to stay at home.

     My roommate plants sunflower seeds along the back fence.  Potential tall gorgeous sun flowers. The potato patch is filling up with green plants. During the day I look over the deck railing to see what is growing. Lots of patches of turned earth amidst the brown grasses.

     The tall man brings me a home made dinner with meat and mushrooms.  He is checking on my fickle esophagus. After each meal I smile, grateful for the ability to swallow easily.

      We watch another episode of the madcap show DEADLOCH.  I am looking for a written summery of what the show is really about. And I spend a lot of the day reading FIRESTORM by Jacob Soboroff. I am curious how the fire response team makes decisions and fight fires. I am afraid of fire storms. And fire season is starting here.