Wednesday, April 30, 2025

     In the afternoon I sit in my car waiting for her to finish her treatment.  I roll down the windows and start looking for anything interesting. The wooden electricity poles line the street. I notice the wires and containers near the top of the poles.  They look randomly put together. Maybe a bit fragile. Each pole is configured differently. Finally, she is finished and we return home.

     The nature photo guy is taking my car today for gas and a good wash. The exterior has clusters of spiderwebs and smeared tree pollen.

     I start reading several new books but each is focused on the holocaust.  Too painful for me at this time. I will look at the other books.

      I like reading mystery stories because they are about the lives of working class folks. I told my kids we were working class intellectuals. We lived pay check to paycheck and rented out rooms in the house to pay the mortgage, and yet I had a master degree and read many books and liked foreign movies.