Tuesday, March 19, 2019

I spend the morning with a friend at her doctor’s appointment, Listening, watching as she filled out forms and waiting for the doctor to arrive. I drove her back to her car and now she has decisions to make.

A sharp burst of anger arose in me this afternoon at a meeting. I regret the words that burst out of my mouth. I spent the afternoon reviewing my words and wondering if I could have been more effective.  I am still reviewing the scene in my mind this evening.

Still reading CROSSING TO SAFETY BY Wallace Stegner. Page by page, word by word the story is becoming more vivid. The book is different now, then, when I first read it 30 years ago.

I dragged the three garbage cans out to the street for tomorrow morning’s pick up. Gusts of wind blew around the street as fog poured down Carmel Hill. And then the wind stopped and the fog retreated back to Carmel.