Monday, March 10, 2025    

     The day is so slow, I am restless for something to happen, a wild wind, or piercing siren, or maybe a visitor. But sometimes I crave a slow day. I miss going to coffee houses, to walks on the wharf, to the movies, to zen meditation groups, and then the day picks up speed, and I am back into my everyday experiences. Not so bad.

     I am becoming the old person who doesn’t bathe during the cold winter. It helps that my sense of smell is weak. No really, I do shower in the winter. And once again it is garbage day.  Taking bags of trash and garbage out of my house is something I never quit doing. Sigh.

     I am living in the confusing times of PLAYGROUND by Richard powers.  My comfort reading is STILL LIFE AT EIGHTY a collection of essays by a favorite author Abigail Thomas.

     Last night we watch the Oscar winning movie ANORA. Lots of sex and high-pitched screaming and physical fighting. But the movie works and I am glad I saw it.