Pete will not get out of bed before me. I don’t know why this is. This morning was no exception. Tomorrow will be a different story because he has to be at school by 10 a.m. It is his last day of class for the semester. He knows that if he does not get up that he will be late. Me, I will wait until he’s up.

I’ll be glad to see this semester come to an end. He teaches just two days a week – so why do I feel this way? It’s the evenings. I don’t like being at home in the evenings, alone, when it’s dark and cold. It of course gets increasingly this way as the semester progresses.

I would like for him to retire, but I don’t think that he ever will. He likes what he’s doing, and the social interaction is important to him. But gosh, if he retired, we could go on a long horse trek. We own our house and don’t have to pay property taxes, so why not? The place is always going to be here unless perhaps there is a very strong earthquake and we are at its epicenter.

If we are here and this happens, I hope I am outside, in the middle of the horse enclosure.

If we are far away and this happens, I am sure that we’ll head for home.

Pete checked on the bees today – they are in our neighbor Karen’s garage. He said they are vigorous (my word) and he gave them sugar candy. I don’t like it when the bees die – I think that they are high energy, and the death of a hive is a huge cosmic loss.

The wind did die down, and everyone has a story. My only story, which I have told everyone, is that the dumpster moved. Poor Pete is probably sick of hearing me tell this story, but we did not endure any hardship, like those who had power and lost it.

What can I say besides the fact that I worked at the kitchen table and got overly tight in my groin areas?

It was a really good day, now that I think of it. The former banquet room of the historic Eagle hotel is always quite peaceful. We now have one easy chair that’s being used, and we need a second one. Today Anna’s partner Joe sat in it and talked at length about his health issues.

He needs a dog, but they live in a retirement community and can’t have one. I am going to find him a walking partner. I may walk with him when the weather gets better.

We also had a visit from a potential new board member. Feeling passionate about books seems to be a motivator. Hmm, I guess this is a start. I would like to see a board in which our members work hard and work well together, reverse the order of this.

More winds on the way.

Next: 332. 12/11/25: Winding Down