Jay

What a beautiful morning we had yesterday. My head kept filling with memories of walking to elementary school, of playing soccer in the fog, of kicking up leaves as I walked past Bobby McGuinnis’ and Tommy Webster’s homes. I didn’t know then that I’d spend my entire life remembering those childhood early morning walks.

I treated myself to a spa. I love slipping into the warm water in the cool of morning. It’s so quiet and still. And then I got to watering. I found it easy to do because I knew that it might be the last time for quite a while. Wrong! When I got up this morning, all traces of rain in the forecast are gone. Shizah! Now there’s no rain predicted until Saturday the 13^th.

Jay wrote to me and gutted me. He’s just out of hospital where he was in the ICU for a week, the poor guy. And now he’s tethered to an oxygen compressor one hundred percent of the time. His pulmonary fibrosis is advancing at an incredibly fast rate. His decline is shocking. I wrote to Eoin and François to let tell them and I’ve proposed hosting a meal here very soon. We should get together often now.

I did no work other than watering. When I finished the front yard it was time to take Her Highness walking and then we idled our time away together until dinner time.

Lifeline charged me for September services for my personal alarm even though I called to cancel the service. What the fuck has happened to the world. We have an epidemic of incompetency, and I’m fed up with it. What a pain in the ass to now have to ask for a refund. Let me guess what they will say: “We show no record of your having cancelled your service.”

I awoke to thick dark clouds and was excited until I saw the weather forecast revision. Damn, the watering will go on for at least another week. But it’s My Day and so I shall do as I please all day, but I must fix the fountain. It’s barely pumping water. And now the clouds are breaking up and there is blue sky.  

By 8:00, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. On a whim, I stripped off all my clothes and weighed myself. I have lost 4 pounds in the past eight days! I am thrilled. I am learning how to live without sweets and large portions. It must last if I am to keep the weight off and that’s something I would like to do. But woo hoo! I’m on track to looking and feeling much better, and it will be good for my sore foot!

Roman glass bracelet, 1st century CE, Montreal Museum of Fine Arts.