Wow, it was a foggy morning! Looked and felt like fog and of course, being a Horror head, The Fog immediately came to mind. My daughter and I took photos of some of the houses, the road. I am quietly pleased that she is so like me in tone and thought. She is the baby, turning 18 in a few months but as you know, always the baby of the family.
Speaking of turning, in a few days I will be 51. I will enter quietly. 50 was the big one, the middle, the end of my youth officially (in my mind of course.) I decided to start celebrating early by hitting the thrift store and picked up a brand pair of Dearfoams house shoes, a pair of leather Clarks ballet flats (gently lived in,) and the perfect chunky black cardigan ALL black of course. $7.37. I am pleased.
Created flyers for our restaurant, finally after calling and calling, booked an appointment for a new endocrinologist but the appointment is not until December. Le sigh.
Today, I am going to finish Weldon Kees’ short story, So Cold Outside that I printed off months ago, maybe last year. I found it in a folder with other writings by him. I believe I printed them off when I first discovered him and promptly tumbled down a rabbit hole. It was printed in the Prairie Schooner in their 1936 Winter Issue. It is simply written and by simply, I only mean in a natural tone. He captures banality really well and banality is not just light conversation about the weather but matter as fact, dismissive, dark, in my opinion. It is a kind of funny story and shows how quick people are to judgment and self-absorbed to the point of absurdity. I will probably throw the folder in my bag to read the rest at work in the quiet moments. Because I really need to do some writing. I hope the Fall weather is treating you well. 68 degrees here, 70s over the weekend, I am THRILLED.
Take care!
Happy early birthday, Tiffany! May you have a beautiful and bright new year.