Sunday, March 15, 2026

     Sitting in my bedroom listening to the Sunday morning cars in my neighborhood. Sounds like a car race going on.  And airplanes fly over head unseen but loud. Everything is loud lately.  Must be me.

    My favorite artist friends come for a visit and a long conversation. I think of them as kids but they are close to getting old. We talk for two hours about our lives. He is a hospital nurse when he is not making art and I am a patient when I am not reading books.  We never run out of words. We were roommates for 9 years decades ago.

     The Tall man comes by in the morning for a cup of coffee.  He asks I need any help. Mostly I need to hear stories reminding me that I do belong to a warm kind family.

      I watch evening TV by myself. I splurge with two detective series.  MY LIFE IS MURDER, set in New Zealand and THE CLOSER set in Los Angeles. Both have strong women detectives. I finished the Welsh book RUBBERNECKER by Belinda Bauer.  It was quite compelling but I am reluctant to recommend it. I am not sure why.