Twilight of Thanksgiving Weekend

Posted on November 27, 2005 in Festivals

The splendor falls and can’t get up again? Yet another Santa Ana dropped from above and a few miles to the north, making the fingers of a glove made of eucalyptus trees twitch and bend. It also brought an acacia down onto the truck of one of my neighbors. The break yawned like a rat’s maw but the tree surgeons arrived quickly and left it a neat amputation.

Many people complain about the time change here. Personally, I am thrown off by Thanksgiving Weekend. Thursday comes and it registers “Saturday” in my mind, so Friday must be “Sunday”. Except you wake up on Saturday morning and it is Saturday morning. On Saturday night, the mind attempts to readjust. “Sleep well because tomorrow is Monday.” And Sunday arrives when Sunday should, but I cannot grasp this.

Now it is truly Sunday evening. Tomorrow will be Monday. Lynn will get up at 7 and go to work by 8:30. She will be gone all day. And after the four days of festival, I will ask as the week goes on “Why is she gone for so long?”

That’s the end of Thanksgiving weekend here and I won’t go on in gabby style about every conversation that I had because — outside of support groups where the information is confidential, I haven’t had any.

I’m fine with this.

A piece of good news: I lost 13 pounds.