Muriel P died on Friday. I talked to Jim P tonight and he’s doing okay; he and Carly are going to Ottawa for the memorial service on Friday.
I didn’t know her at all, and only met her twice, once when Keith was weeks old, and once at her husband’s funeral.
I am working on a long poem called (the difficulties).
Jeff and I nearly ran over a deer yesterday in Jeff’s car – a young buck wandering across the Gaglardi/University Drive East intersection (and about 30 meters from the last place I nearly hit a deer myself, on the ramp in a thick fog. Did I jump!). Jim and Jan have a cougar story, but I’d prefer them to tell the story, so I’ll wait until they send it to me 😉
The sunset is so stunning I nearly burst into tears when I saw it. I am absurdly sensitive to colours and scenery these days, it’s like everything was turned up maximum gain.
I am so glad to be writing again, and I practiced mandolin for about 45 minutes tonight, too.
Actually bought fresh fruits and vegetables and ATE THEM. It’s driving me nuts, I’m point two of a pound away from breaking 180. Hopefully quitting coffee, with all that cream and sugar, will push things in the right direction.