Saturday, May 11, 2024

     In the bright clear morning, I water the plants in the front yard.  Two blue jays are squawking and chase each other. High in the blue sky, seagulls are flying.  Peaceful memories of Tassajara Zen center fill my mind. I sit in the shade and watch the construction workers and their huge white trucks maneuver on our short narrow street.

     Talk on the phone to a friend.  Talk to myself as I pace on the deck. All is well I tell myself even if I don’t quite believe it. Chemo therapy starts again on Monday.

     Playing solitaire continues to be calming for me. I love how the scramble of cards end up displayed in straight lines, even if I don’t win most games.

     Still reading Stephen Spotswood’s detective novel, SECRETS TYPED IN BLOOD. The trump trials continue now for four weeks, a highlight of my day. Humor, pathos and drama.