It’s all over, but the actual date, the 21st. Tell that to the squirrels that are frantically or methodically gathering pizza crusts, rooting through open garbage cans, and looking for acorns. They get it. And you’d better get it, too: Only 115 shopping days until Christmas.
I’ve been gathering, too: Several books each week on Japanese culture, history, psychology, and politics, all to prepare for the “Big November Project” in Tokyo.
Evenings are a mix of healthy dinners from scratch, which seem to provide relief from the stress of day to day life: Linguine with a tomato and onion and butter sauce. Minced veal stew with shallots and carrots. Roasted eggplant and baby Yukon potatoes with tomatoes and mozzarella. Lentils and chicken sausage with light, black vinegar.
Why, just yesterday, pulling in from Fall River after three hours on the road, I was beside myself with exhaustion from the drive as well as absorption of very tragic stories told to me earlier that day. I thought: Take out pizza. But then I realized I still had the stunning bread from Sullivan Street Bakery I’d brought back on Sunday from NYC: That and a good, bone dry Austrian white, and the lentil and sausage stew. Oh, yes.