DAYS in Postcards 4

The skyline after beautiful dinner out two nights ago.
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Tonight out to Old Town’s Casa Guadalajara for dinner and to hide from the Halloween kids.
We are being selfish so we don’t have candy in the house. To prolong our stay out in the world, we stopped at Ross Dress for Less, and I replaced my totally worn out red backpack. The worn out one wasn’t leather as they had told me. This new one is fabric with lots of compartments.

To the Derm doctor today. He took a goodly hunk of my shin away, unfortunately it is still bleeding. I told him how badly infected it got after the last time, and so I now have a new antibiotic ointment to put on it twice a day until healed. Endlessly indeed. Found out the ugly texture on my calf is Lipodermtosclerosis. There’s nothing sexy about my calves any more. Tighter compression stockings be me as it is caused by Lymphedema. New lotions here too.
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November 1, 2018

Today, November 1 is El Dia de los Angelitos or the Day of the Little Angels. It is believed that on this day the souls of departed children return home. In fact, it is understood that they arrive at midnight on the 31st October and spend one full day with their loved ones.

I’m catching on to how the Friends of the Library Power Book sale works. Three days of sale, then the shelves are purged of books that didn’t sell. Often books are given a second chance. After two days of purging, donated books are shelved. I don’t have a lot in the art, architecture, and photography sections, but what I have is “Cherce”.
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November 2, 2018

Day of the Dead. All over town alters sprout with gay flowers, portraits of the dead, and plates of the dead’s favorite foods. All of them can get quite elaborate….on hoods of low riders at Mount Hope Cemetery as an example.

Google tells me, “the festival is a celebration of life.... Friday marks the end of the DÍa de Muertos festival, a time of celebration and remembrance of friends and family who have died and embarked on their spiritual journey through the afterlife.”

While they celebrate, I’m down in the garage doing the laundry. I’ve been to lunch with one friend from the shop, I’ve answered an email from a much loved co-worker. And yes, I really miss them. We have started putting new books back on the shelves now, and that’s fascinating to see what we get. I come home and fall asleep at my computer. Later I laugh at myself.

Last updated November 02, 2018