July 19, 2023

Morning spent with C, lingering over coffee in Arden, catching up on the year of our parting. I learned much about what’s happening in the Asheville theater scene from one now living in Los Angeles. I never know any gossip. It shouldn’t be so hard for an artist to make a living. He nears 40 and still has no security. I feel almost compromised that I took on the security of Academia, though that wasn’t a fall-back, but rather a vocation. 

Left Maud’s uneaten cat food out for the raccoons last night, taking the bag to the far end of the garden under the bamboo, so they could have the food without necessarily associating it with me. 

Native hibiscus in Sauron-eye bloom.