Monday, January 26, 2026

     We take the day off from doing anything serious on Sunday.  My Sunday paper is still outside and I am resisting going to pick it up. Later today when the sun is warming up the air I will retrieve the paper. Monday’s paper should be there also. I am always a day behind on reading the NYTimes. Doesn’t seem to matter.

     Several weeks ago I had a wound on my hand, thin fragile skin.  I have been watching my skin just rebuild the skin. First it bleeds, and is red and sore. I protect it for a week until a strong scab forms. The scab is gone this morning and new baby skin is covering my hand. 

     I think about dying when the body knows to let go, let all the ingredients of body move on to another project. This other project will not be me. This morning eating blueberries in my cereal I realize I am made up of plant power and sun power. How do the blueberries become part of my body. What is me?  I no longer pretend to know.

      We watch episodes of RIOT WOMEN and then THE CHANGE. Both are stories of older women learning about their own powerful lives. So good. I am reading THE CLUES IN THE FJORD by Satu Ramo, an Icelandic detective story. I can’t forget I continue to watch the violent news reports.