getting close to Christmas

Went shopping today but did not find much that made me dig out my wallet.  I have a very small crew to shop for so it is no great burden.  The problem is that the weather is cosnpiring to defeat the feel of the season.  Today hardly any traces of snow on the ground.  The temperature not balmy by any means, hovering just above the freezing mark, but enough to make the almost frozen over bay to open up again.  On Monday, the weather folk suggest we will receive a high of +8 degrees Celsius.  

I did finally spot a rabbit on my road two nights ago.  I had begun to think that the coyotes we heard last winter had eaten them all.  This December we have not heard the coyotes singing near the cottage.  Atlhough at dialysis this week one of the other patients spoke about the lengthy performance of the coyote chorus near his home in the village about 8 kilometres west of my abode.  Last year was a new experience to hear coyotes.  Never heard them before and with dogs in the household for twelve years, walking at night, late at night, has been  a constant. 

I am successfully avoiding the ten thousand made for tv movies with Christmas themes, although I did spend some time watching a chunk of Miracle on 34th street, the oriiginal with the tiny Natalie Wood, and a few minutes of White Christmas with Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney and Vera Ellen.

I am reading through the Walt Longmire novels by Craig Johnson this month and enjoying them immensely.  They are persuading me to spend more time outdoors, even if it is just standing for five minutes and smelling the air and listening to the non-people sounds around these parts..

 

old poem – old habits

old habits

We sat in the art house cinema
where we used to go after your divorce

you used to go there with him often
over your years – everybody loves old movies don’t they

but that night he came in with his new woman
and sat on the other side of the mostly deserted cinema

he saw you and you saw him and suddenly
we were in a whole new movie of our own

you started to shake and we talked over what to do
but they got up and left before we could

we watched twenty minutes of the film
then left by the exit down by the screen

walked back along  between the buildings
you waited as I looked carefully

to see that the coast was clear
and we made it to my car

after I got home you called me on the phone
and we talked about everything else

in the universe till dawn cracked an egg over
both our new days and after you hung up

I thought about how she looked like your
identical twin and wondered if his hands shook