This is the time of year when I get sort of nostalgic, for family and for friends. I've been reaching out to friends via emails and on Facebook, which turns out to be a pretty fun way of keeping in touch. I'm very thankful for all my friends, here in California and scattered all across the country and the world. Thanks for touching back.
This week I'm having my daughter Lisa and her Matthew and her mom Sandi for Thanksgiving dinner. I have to admit I've ordered a pre-cooked turkey, but I'll do most of the side-dishes. It's been a long time since I've cooked a holiday meal, and it will be the first in my Mt. View townhouse. It's going to be great fun!
Meanwhile, my love, Penelope is with her sisters Vicki and Patricia for a week in a time-share condo at the top of Sugar Mountain near Boone, North Carolina. (My ancestral homeland, where a statue of my fifth great-grandfather Daniel Boone stands.) In a couple of weeks I'll be back in DeLand, Florida, and we'll be sharing most of the holidays with each other both there and in California, something for which we both can hardly wait.
There are some wonderful things about writing long emails and burning up the long-distance minutes on the phone. I think we learn lots about one another that we wouldn't otherwise, we have time to explore literary and poetic life in a way that might slip by if we were always together, sending each other poems, books, burning music for each other on cds. But, I think we're both getting ready for this part to end, no matter how fruitful and lovely it is.