#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

The cool weather lasting. Such good night of sleep. A quiet house, rising. I am listening, on Audible, to Secrets: A Memoir of Viet Nam and the Pentagon Papers. It’s actually riveting, despite the age of the issues. He died last week, and this inspired me to explore this historic book. He actually graduated from the same class at Harvard College in 1952 as my dad. I’m sure they didn’t know each other, at least not well. My father was an athlete, David was not. I wish my dad was alive so I could ask him. I lived through this history as a pre-teen and young teen and I was not clued in. It all happened in the background of my awareness. In any case, it’s a great read about his turnaround into passivism and leaking the Pentagon Papers in his conviction about the rightness of trying to stop the war. Well, I went for my swim, but strangely, I had a headache pounding behind my eyes, for no reason I could understand. Perhaps I was on my computer too long in the morning before swimming, finishing a draft of my Ukrainian article. I could only swim twenty minutes, it was so frustrating. Finally gave in and went home, took one advil, took Charlie for a sweet walk in the greenery and felt much better quickly. A late afternoon visit with my dear friend, a pedicure treat together, errands, just like old times, hanging out. Tonight, the special one, the Wave coming home, and seeing, out the window, him driving his little tractor, and Frank on his big tractor following him at a safe distance through the field. And poetry with my peers. The loveliness of sharing new work. And happiness for my friend Jenny with her excellent news.