Thanksgiving. in A small but passable life.

  • Nov. 29, 2014, 7:37 p.m.
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It’s been a week since I’ve posted an entry. And that means I have no idea what I’ve done in the past week. I’ll just scribble what I remember.

Jassy and I hit a few more thrift shops and flea markets. I found a Mr. Coffee French press. I’ve never had a French press but have always been curious. It was $1.50. Now I have one. I also found a nice short-sleeved button down tropical looking shirt for $1. Good finds. There was a Remington portable typewriter in a case for $65. Good thing I don’t have $65 or a place to keep it. I’ve found three portable typewriters.

On Thanksgiving we cooked the second four pork chops we had. This time we fried them and Jassy made a fancy glaze for them. They turned out great. Those were the farm raised chops we got from the farmer’s market. Expensive, but worth it.

Yesterday we went to Jassy’s mom’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Jassy and her mom put on quite a spread. And everything was made from scratch. And we got to haul a bunch of leftovers back to the city.

I’ve just about got everything ready to go for the three months of winter. I’ve decided to take my regular carry-on suitcase instead of my knapsack. It will be easier to live out of. And I won’t be needing to pack around my laptop. Or pack around anything really.

I’ve got four days after today to hang around and wait until my flight out.

I’ve finished reading “Gray Mountain” by John Grisham and “The World Is Flat” by Thomas Friedman. Shelfari says that I’d read the Friedman book back in 2005. Maybe I did. No clue.

I’m going to take the EBT card with me to Arizona. If it doesn’t work out of state or if Mom pitches a fit about us using it then I’ll mail it back to Jassy to use over the winter. $600 worth of groceries would probably help them out a bit.

I’ve already got the van signed over to Jassy. All I have to do is finish clearing it out. And of course, when I return in the Spring I’ll have to find somewhere else to sleep. I guess I’ll be a true homeless person then. Jassy said that if I want to live in the woods she’d bring me out groceries now and then.


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