The few diary entries the past month, or so. . . .

October 26, 2021

Started writing several times, but it was no good.  I am ridden with contentment these days, despite the divisive politics and large calamities I read about.  

Opera Pagliacci came and went.  Trip to Hillsboro was most enjoyable with Guy Davis singing some of his modern blues/hip hop/social commentaries. We visited the Hoyt Arboretum and dug dozens of species of maples.

October 6, 2021

P. and I delivered Meals on Wheels yesterday morning.  Went well and the people we delivered the meals to were pleasant in most cases, and in other cases they were mildly grateful.  Sometimes they are so grateful they thank me repeatedly.  I assure them the pleasure is ours and, of course wish them a great . . ..

Today I was up at 6:30, back in bed by 9 to nap, then up at noon.  Drinking my third cup of coffee today.

September 16, 2021

Is this the best of all possible worlds?  How would we know?  Seems like we’re programmed in a secret way and things go well for us if we yield to the inner program and follow the way, no matter how mundane, no matter how scary.  The I Ching admonishes us to not present false appearances to God, as there is no use.