Thanksgiving

 

November 23, 2023

Thanksgiving, me thankful that I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything in particular.

Nevertheless, before 9 AM I’d cleaned out the leaf and stick debris in the pond, cleaned out the Jurassic muck from the pond pump filter, cleaned out and discarded the free weights that lived several years at 62 and at 51 since I moved in and were used once in all that time, stowed the garden tools in the tool shed for the winter. Little paw prints of raccoons decorated the dust in the tool shed, which they had tumbled and disordered like unruly children. Watched a little of the Macy’s Parade, and a little of the Asheville Christmas parade, which was actually better, more interesting, considerably less appalling. AVLGMC looked. . . confused. . . but nobody will remember.