Sunday, April 5, 2026

     We watch an intensely sad, good movie last night and I can’t remember the name. I text my roommate in the next room and she texts back FANCY DANCE streaming on Apple plus. A story about the disappearance of a Native American woman and the effect on her family. I struggle with remembering names but not ideas and experiences.

    I sit on the deck in the dark looking up to the enormous sky. Tiny stars pop out. An airplane flashes white and red high over head. And always the rumbling car sounds, interspersed with roaring car engines. The windows lit up in neighbor houses and the distant glowing light of the town. Always the question, where are we and what is this huge expanding universe we live in.

     In the evening, I read articles in my current New Yorker. The Nordic mystery book I planned to read is too gory and I quickly put it away.

     Today is Easter and I have no plans. The sun is out and I expect mild weather.  Good enough for me. Maybe I will check out a new park bench in town.

 

  Saturday, April 4, 2026  

     I sit outside near the house in the late afternoon. I put on my puffer vest thinking it is cold.  But no, it is warm. I do my chair yoga exercises and watch for birds. What I see are shinny strings of cobwebs connecting plants, and tiny flying insects, and bees hustling around the flowers. Finally, one orange butterfly. The tall pine trees hover overhead giving me company.  Slight breezes keep the garden moving.

     Is it possible that the finger nails on my left hand are growing faster then the nails on the right hand.

     The Coastal Commission responded to my written concern about handicap parking at San Carlos Beach. saying they would not help.

     I am home alone in the evening eating left over pizza (not so good) and watching another episode of THE CLOSER. Really I can do better then that in my one precious life. I continue to be intrigued with reading the book WILD TREES, a study of daring young people climbing tall trees.

 

Friday, April 3, 2026

     I don’t wake up in the middle of the night by the earthquake. A friend wakes up to her cell phone alarm for an earth quake.   No alarms on my phone. The earth is what, alive or fragile or restless and dangerous?  The earth is a molten collection of fire and water and minerals and rocks, speeding through the universe. The stars are real not just decorations at night, although sometimes I forget because I just don’t understand it all.

     My roommate does the library detail, returning and picking books from the library. I heat up the frozen pizza for lunch. We watch the second episode of the THOREAU documentary. Much better than watching more salacious news about Pam Bondi being fired as Attorney General.

     Two old friends visit binging cookies and flowers. I make tea. We don’t run out of talking. Brings back images of my Zen experiences over the years. The house finally warms up as the sun shines through the windows.

     And Thursday night is a special, a time to watch the next episode of THE PITT. Each episode shows up at 6pm just as I have my dinner on my lap in the living room. There is no question what we are doing to do on Thursday evenings. It is a throw back to earlier times of TV watching.