"I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs
is the work of hope and is always thrilling."
- May Sarton

Woke well before the alarm I set and rested in bed until it went off. I wanted to wake early, even though it’s Sunday, to get my Aim for Astonishing weekly writing prompt sent. Which I wrote from bed before rising. And then, went for a walk in the dry but overcast morning, with both Suzi and Charlie, as Suzi seemed to have the energy and I wasn’t determined to go fast or far. She did well, keeping up. We walked to the trestle bridge for a view of the river foliage, still slowly, slowly changing. I do hope to get out on the kayak very soon—that will be spectacle, a little further on. I arrived home from my walk, eager to get back to my desk and prepare for my monologue Play Lab on Zoom tonight—and Charlie was with me in the kitchen, and I asked my daughter if she had fed Suzi her breakfast, and no, neither of us had, and I went to feed Suzi and then I realized she wasn’t home! So, out the door I went retracing my steps in the woods. No point calling her by name she is stone deaf now! I walked and walked to the point where I thought she might have fallen behind and then not realized which way I’d gone. No sign of her. Called my daughter, and just then Suzi was approaching the door. I was so relieved! Breakfast for Suzi! Frank and I attended the lovely back yard wedding reception for my dear friend’s daughter and the rain held off and it was so special to be dressing up a little and going out the door to A SOCIAL EVENT with my husband! It’s raining heavily now, this evening, outside my closed window. The plants have responded so well to these evening rains that drench the earth and their roots. My Play Lab ran long and was so so rich and worthwhile. The monologues are really coming along and the writers are so supportive of each other. And I had the thrill of two guest actors, dear old friends and collaborators of years past from my own playwrighting days, and they gave their talents so generously. It’s so satisfying to experience the writers risking and learning and growing. It’s going to be a very dynamic showcase on Oct. 28. Tomorrow, after my walk or swim or whatever i do I must get to my own writing and find a poem for workshop tomorrow night.