I know this song it ain’t ever gonna end

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I ran into one of the handymen who work in my building just  now, on my walk with Lou, and he told me that his wife, who lives in the Dominican Republic, is finally going to be allowed to join him in here, sometime after January. It’s been a long saga – from what I gather he was divorced shortly before they married and there was, as a result, a great deal of red tape and such that prevented them from being together in the states. This has been going on for a while  — when did we paint the apartment? It’s been going on for about two and a half years. He’s given me updates during this time and this is the most promising news and the happiest he’s been yet. This is, of course, a microcosm of the immigration issue, but one I’ve witnessed third-hand first-hand.

Nothing political in my agenda with this — I’m simply happy that this man and his wife will probably be together soon.

There is so much to say about the world and there is so little I need to say because it’s all being said all over the place.

Happy Thanksgiving — another “loaded” statement. Take away Columbus and Rodrigues and what this country “should” be and what it “is” and you know what? I hope those of you who celebrate enjoyed your turkey or tofurkey or free-range, organic, GMO and antibiotic free wren or whatever you ate, and that you enjoyed your family, or your blended family, or your friends-who-became-family, or your solitude … so many restrictions on the simplicity we enjoyed as children. Maybe that simplicity was a fallacy — maybe we didn’t think of the Arawaks as we should have — of course we didn’t. However, I spent Shouldn’t-Be-Thankful-Because-People-Suffered-For-It day with family and friends and we ate something that once had a mother (not all of us; there are people at our Whatevergiving table every year who don’t eat meat and no one scoffs) and excellent, gluten-free and gluten-full and Paleo and Paleolithic side dishes and all the rest and because this is a holiday in this country we celebrated as best we do and it was nice.

And now it is the day before December. December is a big month. It’s Hanukkah and Christmas and New Year’s and … my birthday wedged in the middle of it all. And this year it’s a relatively significant birthday if you go by zeroes and fives.

I keep having dreams that I’m younger than I am — I don’t want to have those dreams. Because I’m the age that I am and while I do have a choice, it’s not one I would ever make. I’m here and I’m glad I’m here and many of you who are reading this know how much I love you and how grateful I am that you are part of my life and were part of this year.

Dog is driving me a little bit nutso lately – he’s needy (no idea where he gets that from) and he doesn’t like when I concentrate on this sort of thing – on these machines of varying sizes that mean I’m not fully committed to him.

So, Thanksgiving. As I said, I spent the holiday with people I love and I was fortunate enough to spend the surrounding days up north at my parents’ house and to take long walks outside and to eat good food and to have time to work on my book – I got a lot of work done!

Toward the end of every calendar year I take stock of what I’ve accomplished and, more importantly, of the things I’ve experienced for the first time in the past year. I look forward to doing this in the next couple of weeks but for now, though there is so, so much more I’d wanted to say in this post, for now I say … thank you. Thank you for reading this. If you’re in my life and I’ve seen you this year, thank you for being part of this year. If you’re someone who knows I especially love you, you’re right, I do. If I’ve never met you and you were browsing on WordPress and read through to the end, thanks for validating my rambling.

I wish for you all wonderful things.

 

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