Tuesday, May 26, 2026

     A short shower at dawn, damp cold weather. Dogs barking up the street. Sirens move around the town. A new day is starting. My hands are really cold this morning.

     While waiting in the car I listen to a podcast writer, Ezra Klein and Pema Chödrön. Both well known to me. I have read all of Pema Chodron’s books.  Her voice is so different, so unexpected. She sounds unexotic, so American. And the conversation is wonderful. Maybe Pope Leo sounds like a down home man from Chicago rather than an exotic pope.

     I meet a friend for lunch at Sweet Elena’s in Sand City. I avoid the holiday traffic by driving lesser known roads. We talk and eat slowly.  It has been years since I have been able to just go for lunch with a friend.

     I find the evening television not so interesting now that I have visited with a live human. I am starting a book by a favorite author, Miriam Toews, SWING LOW, a memoir of her father’s struggle with depression. I have hopes for it.