Saturday, March 2, 2019

I kill rats respectfully. I give them snack on a blue plate on the table and if they are still hungry there is a small piece of cheese hidden in a spring trap. They die with full tummies. I don’t hate them I just want them out of my house.

We sit outside in the cold on benches before meditation starts. Friday noontime sitting group. We talk and joke and then go inside to the warm dimly lit room, ahh, time to be silent.

I drive down Alvarado Street slowly checking out the new food places, looking for a parking place. Where do I want to eat lunch? I end up at home with cheese and crackers and a couch nap. Sometimes it is too difficult to make choices.

This week’s New Yorker came in the mail today. Do I put aside THE STAND and read the new Yorker or keep moving forward and get the book done. So many choices.

I finish THE STAND, just in time before I throw it into the give away bag.