cold today

it feels cold in here. i don't know if it's cold outside.  i thought it was fairly warm.  i so rarely go outside.  i guess i'll turn up the heat a few degrees.  i turn it up and down.  but i was chilled as i napped after lunch.  i dreamed wayne had ordered yellow bedspreads, chenille, for all of us.  maybe because i was cold.  it seems like a good time to blog.  i'm not publishing anywhere else except my new book  i have tenor eleven offerings at lulu.com now.  my latest is a collected selected poems...246 pages.  looking outside the window.  there is connie d. just back from somewhere, perhaps with steve.   lunch was good.  i feel ok, but a little bit lost and listless.  perhaps i will get some mail.

one good friend

nora kornell said to me one time, about tom parkinson, the berkeley professor: he's lucky if he has one good friend.  that's about all nora had at the time...one good friend among her peers, a woman her age who worked in the university library.  they met for coffee and sometimes went to an intelligent movie at the university art museum.  tom, i'm not sure about tom.  he had had a lot of friends, but i'm not sure about at the end.  perhaps he just had his family.   i know that i don't have many friends anymore.  i talk to my brother but he lives far away.  mother has been gone for over a year.  today would have been her 97th birthday.  peter stine is very distant.  tom bruner has lost his phone again.  i don't know what has happened to steve stanley.  father pool is gone.  it's a fairly lonely life.  no one here where i live i feel especially close to, maybe connie d., maybe not.  dudley is gone and the people  from christ the  king.  i really have no one but God and He has been so good to me.  in a sense it is the end of my time.  i'm fairly old, it won't be long.  it's just another day to me.