Monday, February 16, 2026

    Long lines outside of the Alvarado street eating places. Sunday late morning, and I am cruising around in my Honda element. Books to the library, mail in mail box and siting in my car at San Carlos Beach. A blimp floating in the distance sky for the golf tournament. Cloudy, some sprinkles, flat grey blue ocean and lots of people. Few birds. And me, I did it, I did two errands and rewarded myself with glimpses of the ocean and beach.

      It is going to be a week full of puddles and the rain continues.  I worry about the puddles in my house. Today, only in my bathroom under the skylight. I live in an old house. I am glad I replaced the heater, but the leaky skylight is a conundrum. In the past pine trees loomed over the house, dropping pine cones cracking the glass. The pine trees are gone but the cracks remain.

     Late afternoon we have movie time. We watch the Brazilian film THE SECRET AGENT. Confusing and imaginative.  We take a break in the middle to check with Google for a plot review. What is this movie really about. My roommate makes popcorn and we accept it is a confusing movie.

     I am still intrigued by the biography of Gauguin in WILD THING, THE LIFE OF PAUL GAUGUIN, BY Sue Prideaux.