cool, rainy, misty; we have had over 2 inches in the last few days. yay!

Pancakes for breakfast, yum.

Just time to walk to the newspaper and back, take shower, and dress. Oh, but I did make a double batch of Moosewood brownies in there somewhere.

UUFA service was good; Buddhist philosophy of being in the moment. The choir sang a lovely 3-part chant with the congregation: Gate Gate.

4th Sunday lunch. Violet sat next to me and talked about how she couldn't find anyone to help and advise her when her husband didn't seem to be getting the proper care in the hospital, nursing home or hospice. She said they didn't feed him and he had bed sores. She finally brought him home to die, where she could make sure he was cared for. It was awful to hear, but she needed to talk about it. Beyond the scope of our end-of-life workshop. I wonder if single-payer health care would improve that situation.

Manhattan

Froze the brownies after Ray cut them into neat squares for me. Went to the Kenney Ridge community meeting. I hate the way they make me feel; my stomach hurts when people are arguing about details of how we do things.

Then we rushed off and had dinner and a movie. The National and Cine share a building. For $29, you can have a 3-course meal and watch a movie. We had drinks too. Patatas bravas, cod and pineapple tarts. The movie was My Week with Marilyn. It was very enjoyable, set in England and made me want to go there. Also to watch her movies. The guy who played Laurence Olivier didn't look much like him.

Still in bed by a little after 10.