Nothing Much

Darn, I slept poorly last night, unusual for me and, wouldn't you know, I have a Council for Seniors meeting this morning.
Yesterday, I stopped at the office after lunch and talked to Patti about the leak and my concern it could happen again. She promised to come over at 3:00 and that was fine by me. Went from there to the mall--about my least favorite place--but I wanted to look for a white top. I thought I might be able to wear a large in regular (not women's) sizes, but tried on a few and they were tight. It's okay, I'll find something eventually.
I looked out in the court yard and was surprised to see it was raining. This, however, was California rain, a kind of slow, wishy-washy, mundane drip, not the roaring downpour you get in Jersey.
Got home and opened a packet I got from my brother, Jim. It had in it copies of a letter my father wrote to my older sister, Gene, in 1943, when she was 19; an account by Gene of her bout with melanoma almost fifty years later; the letter (original) my Uncle Tom sent my father in 1938 when the family farm in Roxborough was being sold; and a curious two-page document by a Dr. Thomas Reddy (1858-1938), director of the Institute of Social Behavior Studios in London, England. This is a two-page paper outlining "Committee Reaction Theory," "Third Party Credibility Theory," and "Bad News 'Believeability Theory." I won't describe it, except to say it's interesting.
I called Jim and we talked about what he had sent. After we hung up, I cried a bit. He seems so much slower and unsure of himself than he ever was. I love him so much and I want to see him again.
Spent a fair amount of time revising my play, Acquisitions, which I've been neglecting lately. So far, so good, but I have a way to go.
I decided I wasn't going to worry about another leak, as it had stopped by the time Javier was there the other day. Went to the office to tell Patti that and she offered to come then, with Javier, to look at it. I agreed, they did, all seems fine, and I'm not going to obsess over it. I think it'll be okay.
Went to Wal-Mart, then to a few supermarkets for this and that. At loose ends and still brooding about my dear brother, I drove to the beach, but they had just re-black topped both places I usually park, so I just drove home.
I hope this is a cheerier day.