One of Conrad’s chores is to empty the dishwasher. I asked him to do it once he had finished his snack, and he remembered. It’s always a pleasure when he does things without having to be hounded.
He came home early from school feeling nauseated, so tomorrow I may have a stomach virus. But at least I don’t have to empty the dishwasher.
Every year after Thanksgiving I am reminded how much we have accomplished and overcome as a people. Of the resources we have to call upon. Of the ingenuity and can-do spirit that still exists all around us. I truly believe if we work together, focus and not let anything deter us from our goal, we can have turkey sandwiches more than once a year.
Thanksgiving morning at the Berkeley Whole Foods, I witnessed two women come together to begin the healing process following a painful and difficult encounter while trying to find a parking space.
The bagger at the grocery store said, “Hi, neighbor!” and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me. I hesitated, and then thought, well why not? Aren’t we all neighbors in one way or another? So I looked up from the card reader and said hi, and realized she lives in the house two doors down from us.
Found when emptying old boxes.
There’s a spot near my BART station where bike messengers gather. One guy seems to be in charge. He’s older than most, and has an ex-military bearing. We once had a nice chat in line at the adjacent coffee kiosk. I imagine one day I’ll run afoul of a messenger, and just as I’m about to get clocked with a U-lock, The General will step through the haze of pot smoke and say, “Stand down, rider. This one’s okay.”