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Happy Thanksgiving (among other thoughts)

Thanksgiving Bouquet

I was inspired by papersky's beautiful post this morning to go out in search of autumn leaves. But it's a little too early here - we need a hard frost before the leaves will turn to bright colours. The dogs and I had a nice walk in the still very green forest of Mt Doug.

It was a lovely day yesterday, with the kind of light Jo talks about, and crisp cool air. I spent the afternoon in the garden, then came in for a delicious dinner of turkey and all the trimmings.

I meant to share it with my friend kp, but she was not well, so I was alone. That was okay. More or less. Though I ended up drinking too much, probably to compensate.

On a completely different topic, do you realize it's been more than seven years since I first started writing in LJ??

I know I haven't been keeping up with it. Part of the problem is that I'm no longer sure who's reading. People seem to be drifting away... But then, seven years is a big commitment. Not something to give up lightly. And this journal has been a life-saver over the years, a bulwark against isolation and loneliness.

And yet.

There's nothing worse than going onto social software and not getting any response. Can there be anything lonelier? I think I haven't been posting because I've been afraid of the void...

So this is a bit of a risk, isn't it?

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