Garlands

The trees are cheerful. So glad I picked up the felt garlands at Trader Joe's. Part of me knew, was already worried about fragile memories. I'm thinking of offering a package of them to my brother, well padded.



Zeppo and Eleanor sit close to each other, comfortable together. They often chase and play, and it is play. No one gets upset. They eat close together, Eleanor has mostly stopped needing to eat off by herself on top of the washer/dryer. Here, Eleanor is on the heating pad.








I have Le Guin's writing exercise book, Steering the Craft, and I think I will try out the assignments here. I have no argument with her skill or command of language, only her subtle attitudes and biases, the kernels of her stories. Nanowrimo just comes at the wrong time of year, when I am least able to devote time or effort to writing.

Scrubbed for only the second time since April, and before that it had been a while since I'd scrubbed even intermittently. Rarely more like it. I'm rusty, and my vision is flabby. But it was sterile and safe, simply not speedy or sure. Dr. B is patient about that, and all was well.