November 11, 2026

Radiant days continue, though colder on some days than others. Put together a new pump for the pond, $200 more expensive than the last one (which was out of stock), much harder to assemble, and doing, as far as I can see, exactly the same thing. How long will it last? I am completely at the mercy of the bears. Potted a cutting I rooted from one of my houseplants. They multiply into a jungle. Worked on the play, waiting for fresh inspirations to come like rapids along a river, which is how you know it’s working. 

Tony remarked that my garden looks messy in the winter. I split a stalk open to show him a bee (I think it was) hibernating inside. Every upright stalk, every heap of leaves is a palace for some tiny be-wintered creature. 

Tiny bits of AVLGMC rehearsals have been recorded on B’s phone. We sound charming. Our sounding charming does not contradict my conviction that we’re singing crap. But we sound great doing it. I need to shut my mouth abut this.  Nothing’s worse than a person ruining everybody’s fun.