Saturday, June 22, 2019

 Last night high pitched human sounds crashed through my window as I sat in my reading chair at bedtime.  Women’s voices, crying? Or laughing?  Immediately I thought one of my neighbors had died, we are an older group on this street.  Then I realized it was laughter as a car door slammed.

My Honda element is 11 years and it is still my new car.  Others worry it is an old car.

HOW TO WRITE AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL NOVEL, essays by Alexander Chee. A surprise intriguing library book.

Saturday morning, a crew of Spanish speaking guys work in a neighbor’s yard. Their voices drift through my open windows.