After my morning phone check-in with Ma, I walked to the farmers market during their senior hour at 9:00, donning my new mask and some nitrile gloves as I approached. It wasn’t too crowded, and safety measures were in place: not allowing customers to touch the products, and of course the six-foot distancing rule. Everyone there—vendors and shoppers alike—were masked or bandanna’d, except for one man. I found all kinds of goodies. That’s fresh rye […]
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Day 26: Dog is My Pilot
Let me tell you about my dream last night. I was standing with my sister on a small grassy airfield in a clearing between a ring of dense pines. A middle-aged man stood by a little white biplane. It seated three people: the pilot and two passengers. He told us that he was going to try an experiment, and instructed us to climb aboard. We did, and then into the pilot’s seat he plunked a […]
Read moreDay 25: Mrs. Esdale
Last night I took my medicine, brushed my teeth and tucked into bed, trying without success to get comfortable. I felt something rigid cutting into my face as I snuggled into the pillow. After several seconds I realized that, lying there in the dark, I was still wearing my glasses. And that reminded me of Mrs. Esdale. She was a middle-aged English woman who did light housekeeping for Grannie in the 1960s. She fascinated me […]
Read moreDay 24: Five Steps
Today’s post includes my second dog-drawing attempt of the day. The first bombed even worse than this one. I keep trying to learn to see better: to notice the negative spaces as well as the positive, and geometric shapes, and relationships and angles. But it doesn’t come remotely naturally to me. Here’s what I’ve been doing lately: You wouldn’t believe what a stretch it is for me to stick these things up here for you […]
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