Thursday. It turns out, of course, that my morning breakfast place has later hours on Thanksgiving Day, but there was plenty to read in the papers this morning, what with terrorist attacks and pumpkin pie recipes, so the morning has started well, the sky overcast, but no rain. No rain on the plain or in plain sight or whatever. We are in a jolly mood, here in Oakland, with dinner coming up over in San Rafael later this afternoon, so I have plenty of time to vegetate and prepare before setting forth into the sunset.
You're talking naps I take it?
I'm always talking naps. As well as taking them, you understand, taking them being the operative factor. Nothing wrong with naps, although I learned one of the building managers, a man who retired recently and took the apartment manager's job, sharing it with the lady who lives across the hall, gets up early and walks the lake every morning. Takes him an hour. Reality, right here in Oakland. I should be walking the lake in the mornings. No, really. I should It would add markedly to my well being. It would. Walking the lake. I wonder. A Thanksgiving resolution?
Do people make Thanksgiving resolutions? I've heard there are people who make resolutions any old time - you hear these things, you never know if they're true - and then follow through. Inspiring or depressing? I'm thinking either way best for me to do the walking, face a future able to get up out of a chair on my own steam. Deedle-dee-deem. Here in Oakland.
Later. Very nice. I'd not been to my cousin's, a two bedroom condominium overlooking a boat moorage: calm, civilized, just like you see in the movies. She and her two cats, of course. Cats guaranteeing “civilization” to any setting. Those with cats understand. (It's Thanksgiving, I'm allowed.)
Home before one in the morning, reasonably clear headed, the traffic light. We listened to the music we grew up on, recordings from over the years, many by family members: Uncle Ed, Cousin Jon, his wife Ann and their two children, singers all. This charges our batteries, you understand, but that's what Thanksgivings are about.