Sliding into the end of the year.
Halloween’s been and gone. The clocks rolled back an hour. Day of the Dead. Guy Fawkes. Siblings’ November shared-birthday, although the older sibling of the two skipped the family gathering and Thanksgiving to go off gallivanting in France and Italy. In another week December comes and with it Dad’s (RIP) and Dan’s shared bday, my sister-in-law’s bday, my oldest brother’s (RIP) bday, his nibs’ bday that he shares with my uncle. Christmas. And then, around the corner, is the New Year, awaiting discovery.
And the sound of hoofbeats creeping up behind. …
Instead of Black Friday, yesterday, his nibs and I met up at the California Academy of Sciences, where he had two shifts of docent duty, and went to the Moss Room for dinner. The Moss Room isn’t, anymore. The living wall of mosses never gained traction and has been replaced by a living wall of ferns and other such flora.
Will they rename the restaurant the Fern Room? I doubt it.
We shared a delicious turnip soup with cream, a splash of this and a bit of pork belly. We shared a Lon and Bailey Farms Pork Belly with spiced pumpkin puree, sweet onions, pheasant egg, balsamic — eggs and bacon by any other name. He had opah. I had guinea fowl on a pool of green curry, greens, fingerling potatoes. We shared a side of gratin cauliflower.
So what’s on the table tonight? Leftover Thanksgiving fixings, courtesy of my talented brother (brined turkey, mashed, two kinds of dressing, corn casserole) and courtesy of my talented son-in-law with able assist from our son (salad, rolls), and my contributions (sweet potato casserole, cranberry relish, pumpkin pie).
And then the November holidays will be gone and we’ll be skidding into December and what?
Where has this year gone? Anything accomplished? Happier now than last year this time? Who is gone? Who has arrived? Books read? Words written?
Flowers planted and picked and enjoyed, then tossed into the compost bin.
The days grow short when you reach the end of November.
Time to make plans.
Time to re-commit to and internalize the final panel of Calvin and Hobbes.