Monthly Archives: November 2017

We were somewhere around Thanksgiving when…

the…no, wait; I’m mixing that up with one of those seventies things…some book or other that was serialized in Rolling Stone, maybe.

Only the neighbors, off to Church

…and we, on our [self-] appointed rounds.

By the weekend the quality of the air had weakened rather abominably;

we made it Monday into Oakland, picking up a “small” turkey enroute, for rich Northern Italian cuisine [the ‘living lettuce’ salad was one of the best things I ever et] at Belotti,

a visit with M. Katz and soon after I was in the fair far fields of Fairfield

for a periodontal consultation and spendy 3D imaging

which may or may not translate into [slight] financial advantage in coming months.

We walked the walks, subsequently surveyed the archives in search of some insurance in

advance of what promises to be a long year of expensive and uninsured dentistry.

Rediscovering that, decades on, there’s still a lot to be said for those three epic years [1992-4] of Radar Ranch watercolors, so put out an offering, which was happily well-received…

Walked the walks [or bicycled] as skies more appropriate to the Season rolled in and Thursday

afternoon’s became befouled but by Night, once the wind came up and the refineries

[the Season of course being…Turkey Time!]

finished their surreptitious outgassings, the stench dispersed in time for “Black Friday!

All month Long!”¬†about which we’ll be hearing plenty and more until well into the New Year.

Another day, with Geese.

 

The Geese of November, my friends.

The Geese of Black Fridays eternal.