Hood

Next week is Thanksgiving.
I could write about the disgusting commercialism that is trying to rob me of my Thanksgiving season while thrusting me into bad pop Christmas carols, but that’s so several blog posts ago.
Instead, it hailed.
I walked Jack through his wash this morning. Smokey sky and cover-my-hands chilly. I almost didn’t go, but Jack is a bird dog. The muddier, the damper, the happier he is, so I was not about to deprive him.
It started to drizzle, the kind where if you love rain, as I do, you start to do the happy dance. Things grew darker and by the time we were about half way back, it was hailing. Not really violent hail, but hail. It was a little past sticking my tongue out and trying to catch it, so I pulled up my hood and we picked up the pace toward home.
Jack was wet and panting. He ate all of his breakfast and promptly fell asleep.
There will always be cheap belly dancing Santas that arrive far too soon. Things will probably usually be about money and progress. Stupid, ignorant, and nasty is bound to happen, even in lovely Paris.
I’m the personality that could easily get caught up or pissed off. Most things get under my skin when I let them in. I need to be reminded of the things I can control and when to pull up my hood and find a cup of tea.
I guess that’s why it hails.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Paix.
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Hi Tracy,
Your page is fast becoming my most liked ‘guilty pleasures’…
I’ve actually nominated you in this post… https://sonanon.wordpress.com/2015/11/16/blogger-tag/ .. would be greeat to get to know you some more!
Ooh, I’m not sure I’ve ever been anyone’s guilty pleasure. Thank you so much. 🙂
There is a lot of beauty and wisdom in this one as I face a weekend in which I can mope and navel gaze or clear some space, work on my book, keep moving forward–and, oh yes, binge a bit on some TV series:). Thanks for the support, even though you didn’t know you were giving it.
Funny, I’m a big navel gazer myself. Hahahaha. Warmth and hoods up into a new year.
I wish they would at least wait until after Halloween to put out some Christmas. And if they have to put something out could it at least something pretty and inspiring.
Early Christmas hype. Ick.
I know. We are getting ready to enter our icky time again, Ron. Hoods up, my friend!