Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Cars stopped on Carmel Hill going to Pacific Grove.  Move forward and then stop.  Open all the windows. Notice the grasses and wild flowers.  Clever drivers weaving in and out trying to beat the system.  Finally, the flog man signals us to go forward.  Tree workers blocking the road and then, we are free of the snarl. 

Just as I run out of books to read the library sends out emails with new books waiting for me.

Feeling sad as a friend talks about his move to another state. I remind myself that I know how to make new friends.  Still I am sad. The pink geraniums are full of massive blooms.  The day heats up.  The birds are quiet midday