Friday, April 19, 2019

A friend and I sat talking last night as the room slowly darkened. No lights on, just the warm conversation and the fading light coming through the windows.

At the Library I gave my card and two quarters to the young man at the desk.  Time to pay off my book fine. He looked at the card and said, this is a classic.  It is? I asked.  I suppose I am a classic too. That was the end of the conversation as he checked out the three books on hold.

I am reading Jon Talton’s CACTUS HEART, another in the series of mysteries set in Phoenix.  Not sure why I am so satisfied with them.

Today Brown Bag Zen group is meeting at the Monterey cemetery for a silent solitary noontime walk.