Samain Thanksgiving Moon
Up early. Well, no. Not up early. Out early. We left home at 7am today headed for Orthocolorado. Much like Skyridge surgical hospital where I had my prostate removed, which admitted primarily urological patients, Orthocolorado admits only orthopedic surgery patients.
They must put happy pills in the drinking water for employees because everybody smiled, laughed and seemed overly f***ng upbeat. I yearned for dour Minnesota. I was not their friend, was not particularly happy to be there and wanted to get out as fast as possible. As I will after my surgery.
On the other hand. I now know where the hospital is.
Kate and I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond afterward. That Beyond part covers a lot of strange territory: systems to control your home with your smart phone, lots of candy, holiday decorations, including a Mensch in a Box and a wonderful wind-up Rabbi who apparently sings and dances. I’m not kidding. There was, too, a mashup of Hanukkah and Christmas, a large blue stocking with Happy Hanukkah embroidered on it in silver thread.
Kate bought a set of candles for a Hanukkah menorah and used them as birthday candles for Rabbi Jamie. He was 47 today. I remember 47. Sort of.
According to my countdown clock, we’re only 4 days plus a little from the election. May it come and go quickly.
Here’s a nice piece commenting on my favorite gubermental regulation:
