Tuesday, Sept. 8     45 degrees—Mona and Tom drove up from Blue Earth to get the four-poster bed I promised them.  They took everything but the futon mattress, will return some other day.  The subject of LaVona didn’t come up.

This afternoon I drove to Timberdale for a window visit with LaVona which didn’t last long because of rain.  She asked me to bring two pairs of panties next time.

I’m beginning The Notebooks of Malta Laurids Brigge by Ranier Maria Rilke.   Second time around but it’s been years. It’s an amazing work.

For three days I’ve been dealing with a painful eruption, something an enormous boil, on my left fore arm.  Fearful it may be more cancer.

Tonight I made a stir fry with shrimp, mixed vegetables, and brown rice.

Turned on the furnace today.

Saturday, Sept. 5, 2020

 Up at 7:00 a,m,, pulled the blues out of the freezer for thawing, got dressed, checked messages, received Gibson's 8:10 a.m. phone call.  He said he has tired of Swanson's frozen food pies.

 Friday, Sept. 4, 2020    69 degrees--After having a window visit with LaVona this morning, I picked up Gibson and drove to a park trail in north Owatonna, a park that included the Dartt Park baseball field, Buxton Trail, etc. In all we walked about four miles, then ended with coffee at KwikTrip.  As usual Gibson talked while I listened, asked questions, nodded. On the drive back, we stopped at Little Professor Bookstore to pick up my order made two months ago, a paperback of Rilke's The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.