reading

this is me this morn in a shirt handed down from dad to james to me. me, so happy due to being home & having read the best novel in memory. yesterday i took james to his packed gig north of long beach, CA., stephen hodges on drums. no room in the joint, s.r.o., as they says. went thrifting, grocery shopping, had falafel & tea, read my book. my sponsor, a bibliophile, loaned me the frozen river, an absorbing, riveting!, historical fiction by ariel lawhon. returned to exhausted james, soaked w sweat, james, so grateful for the show & all the love from friends & fans, swept him home through the night. finished the outstanding book this a.m. in bed, birdsong & yawning forest cheering outside, a lush view of nature abundant, whatta brilliant bedroom picture we have. the last wk of school is upcoming, then the heart doc, then i hope physical therapy for the injured-since-dec foot. after that i'll be able to play more than a set w/o pain & not think every gerd episode is a heart attack. happy sun'

s day.