Thursday 01/02/2025
Started the day with a checklist of five items I wanted to get done, and ended the day with all check off. Yay me. I booked the car for service. Its last service was in January 2024. When the AAA guy looked at the battery he noted it was dated January 24. I did not remember that, but it’s right there on the dealer invoice, I approved a replacement 12v battery on that service.
I spent some time finding a poem to read aloud at the poetry out loud group meeting on Monday. I’m not sure there will be one; this is Joanne’s event and she’s been away. But I’m prepared. The poet I settled on is Jane Hirshfield. These lines are not in the poem I plan to read, but I like them:
So few grains of happiness
measured against all the dark
and still the scales balance.
I spent a couple of hours re-stocking my hallway gallery. I took down the “Ploog” display that has been up since early November (Day 5.343) and put up instead my best “people” pictures, striking images of faces.
Came into the dining room for supper with John and Frances and Sophie and Mark, all perfectly nice people that I like, so we made a table of five. I regretted it. The other four spent the whole damn meal talking about Trump and what the Democrats should have done. Boooo-ring. I just kept quiet and left the table without dessert, complaining I was cold and needed to get a sweater. Which was true.
Got a package in the mail, some home-made candy. The return address was unfamiliar and instead of a name, just the initials CMJ. Who the… The card inside was very friendly remembering all the cookie recipes Marian had shared, signed Chris. FInally I remembered: Chris Johnson, our hairdresser for 40 years, who retired just after I moved to Channing House. I will have to reply I suppose.
Codgerville 