10 December Saturday

At six this morning, it started drizzling. I could hear it gently tapping on the tin rooftop of the parklet in front of my building. It was calling me. I put on my shoes and scarf and went for a second predawn walk. No one was out at all, I actually walked down the center of Valencia Street, letting the little droplets bead on my face. It was so lovely. I came inside, with a new idea, more on that in a moment.

I was going to run to the grocery store, but it’s seven thirty now and the wind is howling with rain drops like cold little darts. Gotta stay in, but here’s the idea:
I have a little bulletin board which I have affixed to the kitchen door. Affixed to this affixture with little tacks are two sheets of paper-one that has my dinner menus and the other with shopping needs. It is the product of vision, I saw it perfectly as if in a dream. Every color, detail, and symbol rich with meaning. Here it is.

It fell off the door. Nothing stays put anymore. If you can read type that small you’ll see that tomorrow night for dinner we’re having Baked Polenta with sausage and cheese roasted Brussels Sprouts, and finishing with an Apple almond custard tart. Boo-hoo. Let’s finish with a little Christmas cheer.