This tree was down in the murk.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: December 12, 2020
Caveat: Curmudgeonly-Elf-in-Training
I was a curmudgeonly elf in training. Santa came to the gift shop today.
Here are my boss and I.
Here are the store’s owner and Santa.
Many children came in the store to see Santa. There are many false Santas on this island, but I guess this was the true one – he had the uniform, anyway. We all had a discussion as to whether groups of children should be quantified as “barrages of children” or as “herds of children.” We decided it was a matter of experience. Having worked as a teacher, I felt children mostly needed to be considered as herds. But working in retail, my coworker felt strongly that children should be considered as barrages.
Caveat: Poem #1595 “Groping along”
ㅁ I rarely walk outside after dark. So when I did, last night, I saw: a faded reddish planet, a wheeling dome of stars, the deepest shadows of looming trees: no edges, but just dark.
– a nonnet.