I see every Monday as a new beginning, a new chance to live my life in a meaningful and creative and loving and fulfilling way. Ambitious goals, for most of my life I have not been able to achieve them. Once in a while, I get there these days.

Tuesday, my weekly readings at the Mansion, I’ll search for some new stories today.

Wednesday, I’m going to the Bishop Maginn School to witness the clothes-dying going on there. An Army Of Good member named Rosaland sent a donation to the art department and invited the class to choose a project. They chose dying some shirts for the summer.

Saturday, Sue Silverstein went to Wal-Mart and bought a thousand shirts (thanks Rosaland) The school garden for the homeless has about $80 worth of edible vegetables planted now.  And Paw Lway Shee and Blue will be bringing in some more paintings to sell.

I might buy some sneakers for some of the kids who need them if Sue says it’s okay. Maybe I can get some more singing.

In a week or so, the school will shut down for the summer, but Sue Silverstein will be there every day, offering creativity, art and encouragement for kids who need it before September. I’m already missing this kids and I only know a few of them.

The choir will hopefully crank up in the summer. The art supplies we sent are triggering an explosion of painting and creativity.

I was exhausted last week and got nervous about my heart. I called my cardiologist – a she – and I passed along my concerns. (They always say to call if you feel anything unusual.)

I’ve never called my cardiologist before, but I just felt drained.

We went over every imaginable heart symptom, and I didn’t have a single one.

Come see me in three months she said, you probably have allergies. Now that she mentioned it, the allergies are wicked up here now, and I used to have to get weekly shots for them, they can be so severe.

I love this doctor, she doesn’t get too excited. And today I feel fine, and foolish for not even thinking of the allergies. With all the rain, they are especially severe this year.

It never crossed my mind. But I took a nap, I said. She laughed, well, you’re 72, and you run around a lot, and naps will happen from time to time. I think they are very helpful and healthy.  See you in September.