Tuesday, October 6, 2020

I don’t have the usual morning paper to read this morning with my coffee. It is under my car.  I read the glamorous parts of the Sunday times. Looking at beautiful staged homes and wondering why my tired house is so cluttered.

Dreams of escaping my current locked down life.  Join the circus, bike across the country, hike in the mountains, sit on the beach.  Yes, maybe I can sit by the ocean.

I finish several books that I have been reading.  I am learning to stop reading books I don’t much like.

Had lunch in my friend Ken’s orchard in Pacific Grove.  We bring our own lunch and sit under the trees in the back yard.  And we have real conversations.  I feel like I am in rural Italy.