Samhain Waning Thanksgiving Moon
Grocery shopping this morning, the day before Thanksgiving. Like traveling by air on a holiday. Like going to see the Tower of London in July. Like shopping on Black Friday. I went early though and it wasn’t too bad. There was the man with one turkey in his cart, a shocked disorientation on his face, his white hair wild. A woman with black flats, a wool skirt below the ankle and a helmet like cloth hat strapped under her chin. A woman and her mother, mom in a white faux fur coat, shiny cloth pants and dangly ear-rings with zircon or diamond but I’d bet zircon. The clerk from Nevis. I had a farm near Nevis. Oh, where? On Spider Lake. Oh, a friend of mine has a resort on Spider Lake. Did you find everything you were looking for?
The message board had advertisements for guys offering snow plowing services. I memorized a number, 227-9899, and called for a free estimate when I got home.
Sleepy now, Latin this afternoon and evening, Thanksgiving tomorrow. A restaurant meal for us this year, Axel’s Wood Roast in St. Paul. Annie’s coming up.
