Up 7:30. No weight loss next week; just treading water since Thanksgiving.
Breakfast, coffee.
Therapy w/ Bree.
Worked 2 hrs. on Guthrie proposal at E77; listened to more of Nashville Soul while walking.
Called dad.
Cooked some salmon and vegetables.
Therapy.
Spent another hr. or so finishing the proposal, editing it to the 300 word limit; added a bio (75). Will proofread and send tomorrow.
Watched Prime Suspect most of the evening. Didn’t feel like reading.
11.28.21
Nothing worth reporting during the day. Bunted on writing.
Later, finished reading Callard, On Anger; 50 p. Low; “Bum Blockade” article; 1 essay on transference.
Listened to part of a comp. called Nashville Soul.
11.27.21
Up 8. Breakfast, coffee. Emptied dishwasher. Read Low for a while. Underwhelmed.
Looked through several books of early TPA songs (1890s-1910s) for verses that end with lines on the order of “and this is what he said/sang,” of which there are many (including “Under the Bamboo Tree”). Located a paper about the 1936-7 “bum blockade” at the CA border for my “Do Re Mi”/“Hang Out the Front Door Key” paper; have to submit the proposal by Dec. 1.
Dithered for a while, finally went out, had lunch, and worked about 4-6.
Mopped floor, did a few other misc. to-do list tasks in evening, watched an episode of Prime Suspect.
Lights out midnight.
11.26.21
Up 7:30. Breakfast.
Read more responses to Callard, an earlier piece by Martha Nussbaum she’s responding to, and a related interview w/ Judith Bulter.
Worked at E77 over coffee about 10-noon. Petered out, talked to Ken Lauterbach for a while.
Came home by 2, called my dad. Bree called as we were finishing up, called her back briefly (it’s her bedtime in France).
Napped. Learned of Stephen Sondheim’s death at 91 (my dad’s age). Hard to discuss what he represents and why he’s meaningful to me.
Bree’s physical therapist dropped by w/ a dish of pernil and sides from his Puerto Rican gf’s Thanksgiving (long story). Really nice, totally supererogatory. Also perfectly timed for dinner - there’s not much in the house.
Thought about going out again, but didn’t. Started reading Trisha Low, Socialist Realism. Watched a Midsomer Murders (I guess it’s one ‘m’); lights out midnight.
11.25.21
Didn’t sleep great, listened to a couple podcasts in the early a.m.
Light breakfast, coffee.
Showered while Jenny was walking the dogs. Called Bree.
Read bits of Callard here and there in spare moments (bunch of 4-5 p. responses from other philosophers).
Went w/ J. to pick up pies. Bought a copy of Okakura Kakuzō, The Book of Tea - for some reason the bakery had a few used books, mostly YA novels and biology texts. Odd place.
At Thanksgiving from 1 pm on. Called my dad in CA briefly after I got there, will talk longer tomorrow. I’m sure I overate, but tried to be mindful, and drank lightly as well. Played a bit of piano - one of the kids sang “Puff the Magic Dragon” w/ her family - but it wasn’t a major portion of the evening. Screwed up a card trick.
Got a ride to the 9:30 train for Grand Central, played some podcast, too worn out to read. Back home at about 11.