Thursday, Aug. 29 71 degrees—Up at 7.  Took meds, posted backyard pic, then had grapefruit/oatmeal breakfast.

Parked at the library, walked to OTB where I had a garlic bagel with honey walnut cream cheese at a sidewalk table.

This afternoon I had the 2014 van’s oil changed, etc. at Seykora’s for $61.  Only 44,247 miles  on it.  While that work was being done, I had coffee and read read Poe’s short story “Hans Phaall.”

Supper was a brat, mashed potatoes, salad, and steamed asparagus/green beans.

Tonight I watched Rod Taylor, Tippi Hedren, Jessica Tandy, Suzanne Pleshette, and Veronica Cartwright in Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” (1963).

 Wednesday, Aug. 28 65 degrees—Up at 6:15.  Took meds, posted backyard pic, then drove to the library, walked to Central Park Coffee for Wednesday's blueberry lemon curd waffle and Edger Allan Poe.  After taking some pictures around downtown and dropping off a $180 Heritage II check at Lifestyle, I drove home.Supper was pork chop, baked potato, salad, and steamed asparagus/green beansTonight I watched Judy Garland, Frank Morgan, Ray Bolger, Bert Lahr, Jack Haley, Billie Burke and Margaret Hamilton in Victor Fleming's “The Wizard of Oz “ (1939).

 Sunday, May 22. 2022--I gassed up the van (15 gallons @ $4.24 a gallon) and drove to Kaplan Woods parking lot.  Walked to Lake Kohlmier’s north end to see the martin bird house that John Gibson donated to the city.  As Gibson forewarned, there were no purple martins anywhere to be seen.

 Thursday, May 20, 2021--I’m at CPC with a raspberry scone, coffee, and Hunter S. Thompson, who Joe Capistrant disdains.  When I walked in here at 10:30 a.m. the place was quiet.  Heidi Hartle and Lori K were sitting on the bench seats but moved over to the soft seats to join a handsome, well dressed man with cutoffs and white sneakers with black, gray, and blue trim.   Slightly graying, middle-aged man with a swell haircut.  He talked, they listened for an hour or so.  Lori occasionally asked questions and chuckled. 

Sometimes, in between sips of coffee, I closed my eyes and listened to the room full of chatter, the bawling of a toddler, soft rock on the sound system. By 11 a.m. the place packed and noisy.

 Wednesday, May 19, 2021 70 degrees—While walking through Morehouse Park on my way to Central Park Coffee this morning, a dog ran from a picnic shelter and headed straight for me, while behind it was a middle-aged woman shouting its name.  I did what someone taught me to do, hold out my hand to let the dog smell it.  Dogs smell fear.  The dog sniffed my finger, then wagged its tail in a friendly manner.  The woman came up to us and snapped a leash on the dog’s collar, and returned to the shelter.  Bedding on a shelter table suggested she and the dog spent the night there.

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

 This morning after Gibson’s 8:08 call and breakfast, I walked down the Straight River trail  to Central Park Coffee for a blueberry scone and coffee in the alley.  Read more Hunter S. Thompson which seems to be getting better the more I read.  I wonder if Gibson would like it. Just as my walk back to Lake Kohlmier ended, a light rain began and I peed beside the car.  Both the walk to and back from downtown went well, a mile in 19 minutes. 

 Friday April 23, 2021   50 degrees—One of my odder days.  Up at 6:40 a,m,, had my usual breakfast, made a month’s batch of steel-cut oats, then went online to write a portion of today’s diary entry when everything went crazy.  Lost all of this year’s diary entries and most of last year’s.  While trying to recover the entries, the computer produced machine-gun-like sounds and froze.  Unable to shut down, I pulled the power cord out, then rebooted, crossed my fingers,