Saturday, October 9, 2021

For days I have been hoping for rain so I don’t have to water the front yard. Clouds, cool air, looks promising.

My visiting daughter gently reminds me that I am repeating my medical stories.  She reminds me it is time for new narratives. It is time to get out more and have more experiences.

I am reading Stephen Batchelor’s book THE ART OF SOLITUDE now.  Slowly, carefully. Most of my experiences now involve waiting and being patient. Few stories arise when nothing is happening.

Maybe I have to give up being entertaining and interesting.  Time to be dull and alive.