Samhain Thanksgiving Moon
There is one. One special thanksgiving. It starts with the baroque or the classical, a little Mozart, some Hayden, Pachelbel. An affiliation with the older music making traditions of public music in the West. Enough so to encourage regular attendance. Then divorces, seats given up, and two people, the remainders of the marriages, seated next to each other.
Yes, one night over coffee at the St. Paul Hotel after the last Chamber Orchestra concert of the season, this woman and I discovered we had each other figured wrong. Me: a lawyer. Her: a school teacher, maybe a college professor.
Later a three week trip through Europe, starting in Rome, following spring north in March, as far north as Inverness, capital of the Highlands. After that, closing in on 24 years of supporting and loving each other, blending our families, raising and loving many dogs, growing food, sewing and writing, growing old happily.
Kate. This is thanks for Kate.