New views give us pause.
We sit, wait, then comtemplate.
Trying to understand.
I finished the bulk of my holiday shopping on election night in a small quiet store near my home.
I desperately needed a diversion.
Then on Black Friday I rose early and mailed those gifts to friends and family from an empty post office.
The peace was almost deafening.
On Small Business Saturday, my chi pup Rex and I walked the sunny beach at the lake and climbed the short ladder to the life guard station.
Luckily no one needed our help as we had a little business of our own to take care of.
I’d brought a small stack of holiday cards up there to pen as we kept an eye on a couple of fishing boats off in the distance.
After a while, we climbed back down and followed our noses over to a blazing bonfire by the trolley tracks.
Santa was already there, greeting all in line for their rides on an old wreath adorned golden trolley.
Rex and I opted instead for one hot chocolate, laced with small marshmallows and a s’more cooked to order by a smiling Boy Scout nearby. Both were being sold as part of his troops’s fundraiser.
Rex appeared to love his first sweet graham cracker.
And I loved my avoidance of stores this weekend even more I thought while licking every bite of chocolate off my fingers.
It seems a break in tradition can be quite delicious.
I bet there’s a heaven for dogs that pass on.
With plenty of turkey till gravy’s all gone.
And fresh pumpkin pies that will please every nose.
A bit of sage stuffing to ward off all woes.
Then after the feast our sweet pups will nap.
Dreaming of days when they sat in our laps.
So peaceful they’ll sleep, so grateful for love.
Smiling at us all from those white clouds above.