It does no good to “want” anything. Better to hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and be willing to deal with anything in between. I hope it won’t snow so that I can drive to Albany NY on Sunday to spend an overnight with my friends. If it snows too much, I’ll play with a few of the many craft projects I have going.
It’s not that I like chaos, but chaos seems to like me. I feel like Pigpen in the Charlie Brown cartoons.
They finished taking down the 100+ year old oak today. Most of it was dead, its brittle limbs threatening roofs and wires and hoop-shooting. If it had grown in the middle of the woods, it would still be standing there, biding its time. But our houses grew around it, and so it was only a matter of time.
Dentist today, haircut tomorrow, doctor on Thursday. I wonder if, like a car, it gets to the point at which it’s just not cost effective to keep fixing it up.
A young salesgirl called me “honey” today. No one should call an elder woman with gray hair “honey.” Next time I won’t let it go. (See this.)
needing something to look forward to, I find a library book club to join, buy the book, hope to make new friends
The strings on the pine hang empty now, where he had hung apples and popcorn balls — hoping for deer, but understanding squirrels.