Sunday, September 12, 2021

My son lent me Peter Heller’s book THE PAINTER.  Slowly I am reading through the pages, a thoughtful well written lyrical book.

In the morning in bed I do the recommended isometric exercises. The home health agency switches around their staff.  I miss having a consistent person come to my home to check on me. With masks it is difficult to recognize people.  I repeat the same medical stories over and over again.

We watched a fabulous movie last night. SWAN SONG. Amazon Prime.  So touching, filled me with tears, good tears.

Foggy cold morning.  Flocks of birds in the bottle bush tree.