Thursday, August 19, 2021

The critical surgery is scheduled for August 30. I read the daily reports of the spread of the Virus and wonder if the hospital will still be available in a week. So far all is well. I am making a list of essentials to take with me.

The smoke has crept into our part of the central coast.  Pink, orange shadows from the sun light are everywhere. No fires here but the smoke has arrived.

I am also reading Norman Fischer’s collection of essays WHEN YOU GREET ME I BOW. I am touched by his writings about life. It is helpful for me to remember that we just don’t know what is going to happen.

I watch intently the fall of Kabul.  I was going to say Saigon, but no, this time it is Kabul. There is no graceful way to lose a war.