Monday, March 11, 2019

Driving Prescott Street, car filled with Trader Joes brown bags, I slow down for the two deer slowly crossing the street. I am finally willing to put food back in my refrigerator and freezer after losing everything in the last power outage.

The old oak tree in the side yard has not died even though it looks dead.  Leaves are sprouting out on the grey trunk.  The huge quince tree’s leaves are now sheltering me from the neighbors lives.

I picked up from the stack of library books, LIVES WE NEVER LIVED, a novel by Anuradha Roy.  A friend dropped by and we were caught by the TV series THE AMAZING MRS MAIZEL. We watched for hours, eating popcorn and laughing.  We forgot the rain and cold. Today I will continue reading the novel.