April 3, 2025

Throat cleared enough that I could supply the contra C in “Shenandoah” for SC. The other two second basses natter and fuss like turkeys in a barnyard. They have known each other for a long time, and I will never be their third. But the throat is still a problem, sometimes clear enough, sometimes muck and sandpaper, never exactly clear.  

Z asked me to come in for a massage, and I did. He was the one who broke that ice, doing so with natural grace. After nobody’s touching my body for 2 ½ years, I stumbled out to my car throbbing in every fiber. 

Merry and muscle-y young man from Reems Creek dropped off my hundreds of dollars worth of garden stuff yesterday. Rain has been pretty solid (I give thanks) since then, so there it all still sits. I think of the young man because he seemed so purely happy to be who he was doing what he was doing. 

Hemorrhoid issues the last few days This happens once every four or five years, so, like almost everything else, I leave it alone.

Stock market still rocketing down. I keep checking, thinking the tide must turn, but the bad moon driving that tide endures, so why shouldn’t it? 

Planted calla lilies and the sassafras the happy young man brought.