I went to the last outdoor farmers market. I got some apples for Robert who broke his leg. We talked about a lot of things, including Jonathan Lear. He sent me the  Lear obituary from the NYT. I said we didn't get it, not that we boycotted it. Did i think he'd frown on that? It doesn't matter. R. said she would miss the obituaries and word puzzles. It doesn't matter. We live and we die, not to be glib about it. I watched a talk Lear did on the Crow people, radical hope, and gratitude. He was working on the concept of radical gratitude, but he didn't get it all worked out. The book is unfinished. I wish i could read it anyway.