Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Thick dark fog blurs the street lights, in the morning dawn.  McGowan house is hidden in fog and blurred lights. Time for Monday morning sitting in our little zendo.

Eight workmen each come in his own oversized truck to tear down and replace the neighbor’s roof.  Our little street is cluttered with white trucks. The men, no women, have heavy tool belts.  Trucks are open with tools and equipment.  And pounding and tearing sounds fill my house.

At San Carlos Beach a thick wall of fog hangs out near shore. All the picnic tables are full, gulls are circling and calling out. I found a shady spot to sit and watch.

ARIZONA DREAMS, another mystery story by Jon Talton snuck in between the more serious books I am reading.  I finished WOMEN TALKING and am still reading ANGLE OF REPOSE. Today is the third Plein Air writing session of this season.  We are meeting at the Marina Library gardens.