Up early to go food shopping and it was a revelation. Between 8 and 9 a.m., there are few people out and about, so there is no waiting when it comes to checkout. I hate lines. The grocery clerk and I loaded my bags and I was back home by a bit after 9. Lots of frozen dinners this time. Why? Because Dylan leaves with his Mom for a ten day trip back east on Tuesday.
That's a long stretch for me to be alone, with no one to cook for. So at least I am prepared.
As I look around my apartment there are so many memories of so many people, most of whom never come around any longer. I guess this is what it is like to grow old. You lose almost everyone, one by one.
It is still shocking when someone dies but more often you just stop talking to them, so they are as good as dead to you. I live in a great big city with 800,000 others and I probably have known about 1,000 of them in one way or another.
But nobody calls, nobody knocks, nobody connects. It is just me and my memories except when my children come by. I expect Dylan tonight and part of tomorrow, a holiday. Maybe we will go out for lunch.
Then lots of silence for ten days. Until I drive up to Napa on the 17th to pick up Julia and two of her new friends for a long weekend here by the Bay.
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