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,…
When did socks start having a left and a right? More importantly, why do I feel like it’s wrong to put an R on my left foot and vise versa? It’s the day before Thanksgiving. No, I am not in the holiday spirit, so stop smiling, stop playing Christmas music before it’s even Thanksgiving, and…
Are you getting excited for the holidays? I cringe at this question because it’s asked earlier and earlier ever year. I’m usually not ready, not even in the ballpark of a holiday mood. That cringe starts a wave of self reflection… Why aren’t I excited? What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’m not really happy, maybe…
My favorite time of day is sunset. I love sunrise too, but sunset speaks to me. It calms me and right before the day fades away, I reflect. Of course it’s always welcome after a bad day, but every sunset, after every hard fought day, brings reflection. We are driving to spend Thanksgiving with…
