This is the rising, almost-full moon, at 4pm (! – yes it gets dark early right now). I took the picture with no flash, it ended up blurry and the foregrounded tree on the left is only barely visible.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: December 8, 2019
Caveat: a Garrison Keillor skit with no punchline
I went to a Christmas Concert in Craig today. All the “neighbors” were there – the people who live up and down Port Saint Nicholas Road: Jeri and Karl, Mike and Penny, Gary and Sandy. They’re all retirees. I felt like a youth brigade of one.
Before the concert, Jeri, Karl and I had a late lunch at their friends-in-town, Scott and Mike, both widowers I think. Scott is quite a cook. We were joking that their houses, side by side, were the “gourmet district” in Craig. We had venison stew that Jeri and Karl had made, and fresh home-baked brown bread, cornbread, lemon pie. Scott had home-made kimchi, too – it’s the best kimchi I’ve had in a long time.
Caveat: Poem #1225 “Dry”
I wake up at four. Dark waits outside the windows and my mouth is dry.
– a pseudo-haiku