where the time goes

In Iowa I had a friend named Ernie. Besides feeding me from time to time and making the coffee, we used to talk books and authors. I was thinking about him today because we both liked Elizabeth Bishop. I was thinking about Elizabeth Bishop today.

I don't know what day it is exactly. Since returning to LA the days of the week escape me. I am still forgetting things; this week I missed one doctor's appointment and one breakfast. I never used to forget things like that. I haven't felt like posting in the same way I haven't felt like doing much of interest. In my mind, I am where people were prepared to deal with me four months ago. moody, depressed, angry. Four months ago I was still too tired to get the mail or shower standing up. I didn't have enough energy to be hostile and frustrated. I guess the fact that I am now is progress, eh?

Since I'm not getting calls returned or emails written, here are some snapshots of what is happening (sans doctors and the like).


I do crosswords. Drink tea instead of coffee.


I knit compulsively


...for those who need a little something.


I finally finished, bound, AND mailed the rug Margaret gave me that I made and returned as the wedding present she forgot to ask for.

And I walk. More about that later.