three days off and now back to work. strange to say i'm looking forward to it, but it's true. there are all these fixtures i want to dust. i'm looking out the front window at a pirate ship. that's what it looks like, sans jolly roger. the masts are hung with white sheeting, a crow's nest sits atop it all, prow long and thin... i almost hear the bellowing call of the yeoman, booming across the deck. there was some sort of reenactment the other day. two such ships met each other in the bay and shot cannon fire (no cannons, of course) at each other. the sun was so bright behind them, i couldn't see. only heard the boom and boom as we walked - the whole family - along the bluff to my favorite taco shop. (whereupon i stuffed myself sick, as usual.)
Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
Beware the fish tacos! Arrrrrrg!
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