Avocados, Olivia, and T.S. Eliot

A reasonably okay Sunday, but nothing to write home about (another of my mother's old-timey sayings!). I did complete the crossword, which for some weird reason, always pleases me. Did a bleach wash while I was having breakfast, then gathered up the trash and recycle to take them to the bins. When I walked out, I found an inscripted paper bag at my doorstep:

From my neighbor, Olivia, whose sister has an avocado grove. She's given me some before, but not four at a time. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to use them all, so I walked around to Vickie's and gave her one, then rang Suzanne's bell and ditto. She asked me in and we chatted for a half hour or so. It seems her third niece (in Washington State) has COVID, but the other two in Idaho are recovering.

I messaged niece Carolyn to see when she could bring Betty for lunch. She and husband are going to Texas next week for his aunt's funeral, so we settled on Wednesday, October 6th. That should be equal parts fun and gruesome. 

Bused to town after lunch. Just strolled Main Street, which was very crowded, although it was overcast. It gives me a lift to see people enjoying themselves.

For some reason, I started reading T.S. Eliot on the laptop. I was never a big fan of his, but read Prufrock, then The Wasteland.  It's the one that starts with "April is the cruellest month...." Everybody knows that quote, but few know where it's from.  Some of his stuff is pretty obscure, but some I like a lot, i.e.:

 

Here is no water but only rock

Rock and no water and the sandy road

The road winding above among the mountains

Which are mountains of rock without water

If there were water we should stop and drink

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think...