Friday, November 25, 2022

My 2008 Honda Element calls out, please drive me, drive me.   This Thanksgiving morning, I drive to San Carlos Beach parking lot.   Little traffic. Many groups of people walking on the street and in the park.

A young man and his friends operate a small drone over the sand and ocean at San Carlos Beach this morning. I don’t have an opinion about his toy. He is having a good time and no one seems concerned.

We have a talkative warm gathering in my living room.  Too many sweets, pie, tart, cookies, ice cream sundaes. The former teenager recommends a truly stupid horror movie SHIN GODZILLA, which morphs into being almost funny.  The tall man builds a fire in the fireplace. I love my family.

I have six garbage bags filled with discarded clothes from my closet and still there is more to go. I become overwhelmed with sorting through the cloths and the memories and emotions. I can do this only a little at a time. The piles of books dare me to discard them. The books give me the evil eye if I even think of sorting them.