#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Another day of smoky skies and humidity. The smoke from fires in Canada, making the sky eerily dark. A sooty smell. High humidity. I miss the clear sky. Seems like a chronic state of thunderstorms threatening, and yet no rain comes. I woke up to work on a poem and had three meetings scheduled, but changed my plans to visit someone in the hospital in Boston. I drove into the city and sat outside in a lovely courtyard of the medical center, under a smoky sky, to meet with my Israeli group before going to in for a visit. Was happy that I could be there and move my other meetings. I missed meeting with my poetry friend to share poems, but I did get a good revision in. My son is moving to a new job and new residence in New Hampshire in the next couple of weeks, so we have family transition going on. And it’s a good thing for him, and we’re all happy but will miss having him nearby. Tonight Franci and Will came for pickle, under the smoky sky, and we all played well but they beat us and we enjoyed teasing them a little about grumbling at each other once or twice. Now that they’re married like us! We had a lot of fun. Wave gone tonight, the house quiet. My body is tired from a lot of good fun activity. The monarch in the meadow is always a hopeful encounter. I am really enjoying listening to a biography of Gertrude Stein on Audible: Gertrude Stein: An Afterlife, by Francesca Wade.