I have had a couple of lovely quiet days at a friend’s house. She and her husband have a wonderful home and a large, quiet garden. I have been beading and reading. Regenerative stories, meditative needles and silence.

I leave this morning for Spokane. Court on Tuesday and in preparation I have been reading some material from the Washington State Institute for Public Policy of problems inherent in providing educational services for the deaf and hard of hearing in the state.

I’m looking forward to the drive. I like the basin terrain, seeing the plants as they respond to sun and rain and warm weather. I suspect it won’t be as warm as it was a couple of weeks ago when I was here last since it has been raining, which I view as a good thing since I don’t much enjoy heat.

I have a room booked at my favourite motel in Spokane, but apart from the necessary conversation to pay for the room, this will be a day spent in silence. Bliss.

I think I should have been an anchorite – well except for the necessary religiosity, of course. I wonder if there is a way to make this propensity of mine pay?