A Blog for 2025

September 30, 2025 Another day in the life of an unfiltered empath. Marcie and Geoff came by to say good-bye on their way to the airport.   Sad to say good-bye, but it really was a wonderful visit for all.  I'm so glad my little brother is happy.   Another beautiful day, 77 and calm, just lovely.  I woke up this morning suddenly, sat up in bed and realized none of my emotional filters had been working in the past few weeks and I was taking in everybody's input.  I've had constant stimulation and been riding an incredible roller coaster.  Holy Cow, dum it down, Lindy.   Too much happening in this world to have all the channels open.   Tomorrow I will go back to my routine life for a bit and try to level off a little.  I also realized I have not been writing consistently at all this month, so tomorrow I will return to a writing schedule.   Print by Briony. Di and I went to her friend Briony's opening in Putney.  He...

September 29, 2025 Happy Birthday Jaime Urquot    Marcie and Geoff's last night, we were all back at Denise's in her little courtyard.  It's very sweet and it was lovely.  Marcie and Denise have become an entertaining team.  Everyone is sad they are leaving.  It's been a wonderful visit.   I had such an awful week last week, but after three days of family, friends and love it's kind of hard to stay down.   I've done a lot of thinking about the idea of shared life, and the chapters of shared life that color one's whole life.   Geoff and I have a deeper understanding of one another, not necessarily a better understanding, but an older one, we understand little idiosyncratic responses that may not make sense to anyone else, but that's because they didn't grow up in a glass and brick home. The sunset was beautiful tonight, but I did not get good photos of it.  I don't know what they didn't come out, but they didn't. Oh well....

September 28, 2025 Finding leaves fallen from the cherry trees. Up at 8, the routine for getting ready for the party is to clean the house, get everything organized and ready, put the table clothes on the table.  I did 2 pyrex pans and knew I could do very little more.  I swept the bathroom and kitchen and began to deal with garbage and dishes. Patrick came over with no more energy than I had.  I semi cleaned the porch table, he got the fire started in the weber, I counted 11 napkins.  Everyone started to arrive including the wonderful Eliza.  I love the sound of my name screamed from inside an arriving car.   So much joy. Everyone took over.  Denise and Marcie led the way, Patrick snuck out and we all had a wonderful time.  So nice to be with them all.   Gary came and mowed the lawn yesterday.  The whole group was ohhing and awwing about it and what a splendid friend, and a good job, and gorgeous yard.   I do love it...

  September 27, 2025 Sorry I missed yesterday, I got home from work at 9 and still had preparations to do for today, and I just didn't get on the blog.  So tonight I will share the Word Stage at the Garlic and Arts Festival.  It was a beautiful day for it and lots of good readers.  Jo picked Amie and me up around 10 and we drove out to Orange to the Festival grounds.   The colors are beginning to mean something.  We got there a little early, but it was great to see everyone.  It's a wonderful community of writers and friends.   Of course, photographing a word festival is a little silly because you cannot hear the writing, which is of course the most important part.  But these photos are pretty good representation of our community of writers here in Western Massachusetts.  Some came from the Worchester area and some came from the Connecticut group.  People drive to Orange and we meet in the woods and read to each other, buy...

September 25, 2025 Today won't go down as my best food day, but it wasn't the worst either.  We celebrated Jo's birthday at staff meeting.   V. is dressed for her performance tonight.  She looked great.  Sorry I didn't have the real camera with me. This week has not been a good week for me artistically.  I have been fairly missing, somewhere in my own brain, unconnected from the world.  I'm amazed at how few photos I have taken, I've written no poetry, and besides my narrative about Bobby, I've not produced any writing.   My sleep has been filled with slightly wrong dreams.  I had another dream happen in this house that I dreamt about a couple of months ago that I can't place, but feels really familiar and is shaped like a train, but is an old farm house that is in really good condition.  Last night the house belonged to a young Tom Toleno, but it was clear I often lived there.  Everything was slightly ajar.  Couldn't figu...