Outside my window… almost dark, 73F — we’ve had some lovely warm breezy days lately.
I am thinking… that I’ve driven more often and farther in the last two months than I did in the eight years before this.
I am thankful for… great nurses, the dog’s continued health, far-flung friends
From the kitchen… had leftover red beans and rice plus soy dogs, and an artichoke, for dinner tonight
I am wearing… brown skort, sleeveless red top
I am creating… a well-worn path to the hospital
I am going… to type up notes from the last Afghanistan lecture, given by Peter Galbraith (still not done)
I am reading … finished Larsson’s The Girl Who Played with Fire. Now reading Tara French’s latest, Faithful Place, set in Dublin.
I am hoping… T comes home well on the road to recovery on Monday and that there are no more surgeries; that Anthem will pay for the $55K radiation claim they’ve denied as ‘medically unnecessary’ and ‘investigative’.
I am hearing… the hum of the dehumidifier in the laundry room from time to time … and the dog’s muted yet insistent pleas for her late-night nibble.
Around the house… it’s cool and pleasant. We have a new kitchen island we bought at a sale on Saturday. I’m thinking about designs and plants for the new garden.
One of my favorite things… riding buses and trains: the hours of nothing that has to be done
A few plans for the rest of the week: lecture and Co-Op tomorrow, visit T at hospital Thurs or Fri, James sisters on Saturday.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing…
(Lots of other women write these, too: The Simple Woman’s Daybook)