Samain\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Moon of the Winter Solstice<\/p>\n
The end of the day.\u00a0 Sunday.\u00a0 Used to go to sleep on Sunday night with Monday whirring away, chattering and buzzing, cutting a channel through my attempts to sleep.\u00a0 Now I go to sleep on Sunday night.\u00a0 That’s all.<\/p>\n
Granddaughter Ruth has the makings of a cook.\u00a0 Maybe.\u00a0 Her recipe for cooking a turkey:\u00a0 put it in the oven at 10 degrees, cook it for half an hour.\u00a0 Put it on a big plate and put green beans and potatoes beside it.\u00a0 Sounds like my first attempts at cooking a turkey.<\/p>\n
Speaking of retirement.\u00a0 Didn’t somebody bring that up?\u00a0 I go to sign up for Medicare tomorrow.\u00a0 I have my Medicare card already and now have to choose a plan.\u00a0 Kathryn Giegler will help me as she did Kate.\u00a0 This is a rite of passage, analogous to getting a driver’s license or that first Social Security check.<\/p>\n
When I went on a quest tonight to solve a computer problem, I ended up in Best Buy where Christmas music played over the loudspeakers.\u00a0 I found myself cheered by it, rather than annoyed.\u00a0 It felt familiar, comfortable, mine.\u00a0 This surprised me.\u00a0 A Grinch I’m not, but I’ve often found the commercial side of the holiday season a large, unwelcome mosquito that won’t quit buzzing into my awareness no matter how often I try to swat it away.<\/p>\n
Instead I found myself thinking of roasting chestnuts, singing carols, making a roaring fire and having hot chocolate.\u00a0 Geez.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Samain\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Moon of the Winter Solstice The end of the day.\u00a0 Sunday.\u00a0 Used to go to sleep on Sunday night with Monday whirring away, chattering and buzzing, cutting a channel through my attempts to sleep.\u00a0 Now I go to sleep on Sunday night.\u00a0 That’s all. Granddaughter Ruth has the makings of a cook.\u00a0 Maybe.\u00a0 Her … Continue reading Socialized Medicine, Here I Come<\/span>