This week's poem is Try to Praise the Mutilated World by Adam Zagajewski, a Polish…
Ahhhhhhh. It’s Saturday morning. Dale has gone off to Plymouth for the day to march in the Thanksgiving Parade with his Civil War buddies and that means I’ve got the entire day to myself.
I have plans. Plans to go to Sephora, to Macy’s, to a local specialty shop. Plans to get some Christmas shopping done. And plans to make all the pie crust for the Thanksgiving pies.
I’m sitting here with coffee and knitting and reading and I have absolutely no desire to go anywhere at all. There’d be no harm in it, really. All that stuff? It can wait.
What are you doing with your Saturday?