Thursday, April 23, 2026

       Last month I ask my roommate to pick up some asparagus and cherries at the store.  She brings asparagus.  Every week I say, what about the cherries? Today she brings fresh cherries for me.

     Cold morning as I drink hot coffee.  But the sun is out and the east side of the house is warming up. The neighborhood is quiet.  Sounds of garbage bins returning to their homes. No noise from the high school down the block.

     I am reading Miriam Toews latest non fiction book, A TRUCE THAT IS NOT PEACE. I keep picking up the book and telling myself just one more chapter. It is about life in all of its weirdness and complexity.

     The war with Iran continues, and no end is in sight with our incompetent leaders. Time to make some smart snarky comments here, but it is just too sad.