Something

Yes, we have some extraordinary, brilliant sunsets here in 7H. Something: it's the clouds that make it possible, though, the sun doesn't get all the credit. IDK, maybe there's a sermon or a poem or a song waiting there, like a David waiting to be chipped out of a block of stone. But it's too early, 3:16 AM Tuesday morning before Thanksgiving Day, it's dark out there, and windy SE 10 mph, an uncomfortably cool stiff breeze blowing straight off of East Bay the other side of Tyndall Bridge, which I can see from here. Sun's not coming up for three more hours, and the weather icon on my computer says 90% chance of rain today. 

And the same Something that doesn't love a wall, as Robert Frost says, that wants it down, cautions us that Hurricane Season ain't over 'til it's over, 

and, smart as we think we are, humans will never have The Last Word.

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The same Something at work in December that didn't love our stodgy Advent somber and replaced sackcloth and ashes with Holiday Greetings and Christmas lights, has turned Thanksgiving Day into Thanksgiving Week: the turkey is thawing in the refrigerator and at 7H, lest the Creek rise or the trumpet sound, instead of waiting until Thursday morning, Monday I made my exquisite Dish Supreme. A package of Pepperidge Farm dressing mix, chopped onion, green pepper and celery, 4 tbsp butter, a splashy pour of heavy whipping cream, two quarts of oysters and their liquor, stir in a mixing bowl, pour into a glass casserole dish, bake and bubble and simmer until crispy brown top pudding excellence. Eat with a spoon. 

Have already enjoyed three servings of it: with Monday noon dinner, with Monday evening supper, and just now with a mug of hot & black, a small bowl for what in Hobbiton we might have called First Breakfast. At the peak of my culinary artistry, it's my best yet. And almost as good cold as hot. I can't do better than this, so Maranatha.

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Meantime, Ukraine and Gaza, eh? And Earth itself, our world. How long we can prop up our civilization in the deepening darkness of political hatred and religious certainty ... How long, Lord? Does Something hate peace on earth and goodwill?

RSF&LHM

T88&c 

8:35 Second Breakfast deer sausage on a hoagie roll with Löwensenf