My many thank yous to Laurie for helping to anchor the holiday season with a low key charming Hanukkah party that we've belonged to for many years.
Neither of my daughters could make it this year. I decided for gift giving I'd pick a local business I respect and appreciate, Third Eye, and buy a stack of incense, Grateful Dead playing cards, and a special T-shirt.
We ate latkes, I made my lentils, and then conversations for me wandered from Aliens (starring Sigourney Weaver) to Mt. Tabor, the nearby public park. We also talked a lot about property redevelopment, the house next door having just been replaced, along with others nearby. How many Facebook accounts belong to members of the dog species? More than one, we know that.
I much appreciated getting to meet the psychiatrist / naturopathic healer, someone who'd left Portland in the 1990s when Dawn was still alive.
This was not a PTO day for me. I'm part of that working class red eye shift that keeps the holiday season chugging along through the (in this hemisphere) cold part of the year. I "slew my queue" (euphemism for attacking my inbox) for some hours.
Monday was also haircut day at Bishops. At 56, I'm more hirsute than I'll be at 65 but I'm changing my look to be more like the picture, minus the aviator glasses as I mostly favor clear lenses these days. While waiting for my haircut I drank two beers (on the house) and read People Magazine about missing Robin Williams, and about the Obamas and their family life.
