Friday, April 11, 2025

     Late morning, the fog dissipates. Outside I struggle with the watering hose and begin to water the dry pots and the garden. Prolific flowers everyplace. The rock roses are spectacular, thanks to the artist gardener who keeps it all going. The tangled hose is a challenge. I sit in a chair and look around, hidden birds are chirping, three squirrels chase each other in the tall pint trees, skipping across limbs tree to tree. It has been a while since I sat outside.

     I have a day off from my PT exercises to let my muscles heal and become stronger.

     My daughter arrives to watch episode 5 of the series LUDWIG, our current favorite. Only one more episode left to drop next Thursday. I have a list of shows I want to watch but my tolerance for TV watching is limited. I like silence and reading paper books.

     I am reading VIRGINIA’S APPLE, Collected Memoirs, by Judith Barrington. Decades ago I attended her week long writing workshops called Flight of the Mind in Oregon. Those were the days.