Well sort of settling in; one thing after another from carwashings to Covid shots

trips to the market,

walks around the block, trying to acclimate to the damp…trying to remember what to

notice here

but then there were Ducks, an early Thanksgiving given for Bryan ahead of the duck at his

mother’s on the Actual Day, a quiet one here, still trying to get into the spirit of the place.

November light, right?

…something still bugs me about the transition, though

we’ll figure it out.

Linda’s book came, colorated similarly to the GoodGuys’ “Hotrod of the Year”, and exceeded

expectations, which was great and a great relief where

here two weeks to the day after that lunch at Lucca we walked

around the block in November cold, took a last

[and unaccountably weary] bike ride down along the afternoon waters and at the very end

made what may well be a last nostalgic visit to Gabby’s, not what it once was; just us and the

Monday night football over the bar as the city [in its entirety, seemingly] outside struggled with a broken fire hydrant.  A martini, old vine zin, gnocchi, chicken then home in the night…