October 17, 2023
Assembled Drinking Limeade by the Autumn River.
Exterminator people came to check the dehumidifier. Long discussion about Tolkien when they saw my bookshelf in the hall. They both loved my house, saying, “it has a nice feel.”
Jack the dog whom I was happy to meet died after a series of strokes.
FN said his postcard got buried under other mail and now he’s going to Florida and can’t see the play. It’s always something.
Half of vestry last night was S sharing her feelings.
Ken Burns’ documentary American Buffalo is a catalog of atrocities. I wish the relationship between Israel and the Palestinians didn’t so much resemble that between the Europeans and the Indians. We were worse. . . maybe worse than anybody ever.
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