Wednesday, August 14, 2019

In the morning I pour hot coffee into the blue ceramic coffee mug.  I wrap my hands around the mug heating up my bones and joints. At first it is too hot and then perfect.

Sun this morning instead of fog.  I have to water the garden and the pots on the deck.  I hesitate, trying to forget the promise I made to myself to keep watering. I am tired of being so committed.  The drooping flowers and leaves are calling to me.

Went to a meeting at the Monterey Museum of Art Tuesday morning.  Sat around the long table with bright interesting people.  Talk and discussion and agreement.  Yep, there is progress for the next art exhibit about women without shelter.

I am reading MEMBER OF THE WEDDING, a 1946 novel by Carson McCullers.  Short and wonderful.