October 6, 2026

Happy Birthday, Paul Richmond.  Hope we have many more years of working together.

I got up to be at the hospital by 7;45 this morning for another CTscan.  I am amazed at how non-threatening they feel at this point.  I think that was my 5th since June.  Afterwards I got a hot tea and went and sat in the graveyard for awhile.  It was so green.  I had that green in my head for the rest of the day. In another couple of days the oranges will be dominant, but this morning at 9 a.m. green  prevailed in 48 degrees.

I came home and lit some incense and read, trying to get warm.  The smoke was rising straight up and then as it reached a sun ray it did these circuitous dances like stitches from a friendship bracelet.  It would rest for a while and be a straight stream of smoke and then flit again. 

Today's garage exploration was full of both delightful and cringe filled mementos.   I kept one box full of things and I will make a scrap book out of them.

I found books of Dad's, of Jason's and  mine.  I found drawings and things that hung on the wall  50 years ago.  I threw out a  lot of alumni magazines, but saved Daddy's obit in the Princeton magazine that Louis Coxe wrote in 1972.  I kept a beautiful Japanese fan Jason brought home and a tin full of political pins. 

I had body work and an hour conversation with an old love.  Why do I feel that I got nothing done today?  Because I did not get the stove fixed.

There's always something else.