Tuesday, March 11, 2014 

Did not sleep well last night. Yesterday, a basement waterproofing company came by and gave us an estimate. I signed on. I knew all along we had no choice. Ever since I moved in, the spring thaw would bring small puddles and the cinderblock is showing limestone ash in some areas. Must do something now before it is too late. We signed on for work this Saturday, which means we have to move so much of the “stuff” to another place—the garage, the back porch. I kept imagining where things would go. I eventually fell asleep when Betty called to walk the pups, but I declined. I needed a few more minutes of sleep. 

Saw Barbara this morning. We are all planning to go to Barb Fisher’s funeral. Still a shock to all of us in the neighborhood. Making plans for Friday.

Mom awoke a few minutes ago. Nearly 10:00 am. I showered her and found myself in decent humor. Maybe it’s Swamiji’s red rock. It arrived yesterday from Arizona in thanks for editing I did on his latest book. It exudes some wonderful energy. Anyhow, when mom said That cat’s still up there, I agreed: Yep, he sure is. Might as well not fight the flow. Might as well not!