Friday, October 3, 2025

     Once I calm down, I develop a plan for my old faithful computer. I receive good suggestions. It is difficult to feel so helpless and threatened when the computer is attacked by evil forces.   In the past I felt this panic when toilets and sinks overflowed suddenly. This morning the computer is working and the plumbing is OK.

     Yesterday and today, wind and clouds circle around the neighborhood. Promises of rain but the rain bypasses us. After delaying and complaining, I finally get up out of my chair and do my Physical therapy exercises. Such a struggle.

     I am just about finished with EAST OF EDEN, the longest book I have read in a long time. Steinbeck is such a good writer. I have been living in this story, of families and life in the Salinas Valley for a week now. I am not ready to leave.

     My roommate has zoom meetings most evenings, so I get to watch whatever I want, except for SLOW HORSES, TASK, and WEDNESDAY, the three shows we are watching together. I watch DOC, the story of a woman doctor who loses her memory in a car accident. A good enough show.

 

Thursday, October 2, 2025

      My computer is under attack.  The attack comes from facebook. Strange threatening messages keep arriving. I am not sure what to do.

     But in the meantime I still have a life to live. Yet I feel jittery and uncertain.  Light rain falling, warm humid weather. Not sure I can write very much.  Need a good IT person to help.

     Started watching WEDNESDAY, the Netflix series. A good enough show. Also reading BRILLIANT IMPERFECTIONS, grappling with a cure, by Eli Clare. A series of essays about illness and disability.

     My computer is back but I feel the threat is just waiting for me to hit the wrong button.  Today I will look for an IT person to help me. I am open to suggestions.

 

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

     When I turn on my computer in the morning I immediately check to see if the government has shut down. Yep it is down. I wonder how it will affect me. The dramas in my life come from the daily news, books, and the New Yorker. I live in a quiet neighborhood with dogs and old folks. And distant sirens. Exciting activities happen somewhere else.

     A dear friend visits.  We sit in the shade on the deck and tell complicated and scary medical stories to each other. This leads to talking philosophy and the meaning of words and of beauty. So satisfying.

     The cleaners come for their bi weekly clean up. We have to have everything off the floors, including trash, clothes, books, stuff. Still too much stuff in the house. I did clear out one corner of one room. I am feeling stronger each day.

     We watch another episode of THE MORNING SHOW. I have lost the thread of the plot. Old age or poor writing, just don’t know. It is confusing to me. I do better with the British slow moving detective shows or stand up comedians.