Sunday, November 20, 2011
We had to leave the house just before 7:00 to get to Abbott’s hockey game. The sky was the deep blue of a barely light, clear sky. The first frost I’ve seen this year was on the ground and the rooftops and the car windows, and it hurt to inhale, it was so cold. The crescent moon shone directly above. The rink we drove to resides in a valley, and this morning it was full of a heavy, icy fog. As I got out of the car I heard honking above; my eyes followed the sound to the faint outline of two groups of geese flying in formation, shrouded in fog.
After the game, we headed to church, and had a few minutes before it started at the park across the street.
As I began the drive home I heard the end of something on NPR. ‘Cynicism is an easy place to pitch a tent…I urge you to choose a more honorable campsite.’
Leftover Thai food for lunch, followed by a walk with a football. Gloria in Excelsis Deo, I sang along, Abbott accompanying on the piano as I cooked dinner.
Another week begins.
Adam Gopnik on Thanksgiving