Gratitude in an odd autumn

I was thankful to spend yesterday with family. I didn’t get to text or talk with my middle kid, but I found out later that both my daughter and my dad did. We had a kind-of surprise visit from our oldest son and his fiancĂ©e (it’s always good to have a bottle of bubbly in the fridge). Then it was dinner with my husband, daughter, parents, and my sister and sister-in-law, who hosted. All we needed to bring were wines and the homemade dinner rolls.

It’s been an eventful fall, starting with a knee injury on Labor Day. Thus, rounds of physical therapy appointments. I’m thankful for P.T. and for walking. At the same time, I was participating in a poem-a-day challenge and signed up for two classes at Hugo House.

At the end of September, it was the LiTFUSE poetry workshop–one of my favorite annual events, for which I’m deeply thankful. This year included master classes with Chad Sweeney and Ellen Bass, plus classes with Elizabeth Austen. But the afternoon before, in my last-minute packing, I caught my cat eating part of a flip-flop–the disposable kind from the nail salon. That shall be known as the most expensive pedicure ever. I confiscated the slippers and tossed them, hoping the damage hadn’t been done.

We spent October hoping that any foreign material would work its way through the cat’s GI tract on its own. Harvest came and went. Halloween came and went. By the beginning of November, it was time for kitty surgery–and six vet visits in six days. I asked if I could pay in wine, but no go.

To recoup some of the vet bills, I’ll be working at the winery on Sundays throughout the holidays. I figure that to approach breaking even, I need to sell 25-30 cases of wine (that’s a lot of wine) or 1300 copies of In Both Hands (that’s really a lot of poetry). And for the folks from Office days, I’ll have the pamphlets of prose poems about the content management system that shall not be named (for the curious, they involve wolves, vodka, and one and zero fish).

If you want to take a break from the rest of the holidays, stop by: Cloudlift Cellars, 312 S Lucile St, Seattle.