Well, the end of November is upon us.
Such a month! And so speedy. Lots of visitors, projects, and piles and piles of dishes. And pumpkins. So many delicious pumpkins!
For Hank, it has been an exceptionally good time to be a four-legged Hoover—or more accurately—a floor-dwelling oceanic whitetip, endlessly circling, circling. Hank did very well for himself, though he’s a bit sore he didn’t make off with half a turkey this year, a la the Bumpus Hounds. But he’s recovering.
In fact, just today he was reminded of several anniversaries by the ever-charming Sean MacLean: the birthday of Winston Churchill on this day in 1874, Mark Twain in 1835, and The Wall in 1979. All deliveries worthy of reflection and no small thanks.
Speaking of old John Bull and the Hounds, Hank’s reminded that “Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.” Whew. Isn’t that the truth.
Maybe next year, Hank.
On Hank’s Locals Only Bookshelf this week (guess which authors just visited the PNA?)
In the Garden of Beasts, by Erik Larson
The School of Essential Ingredients, by Erica Bauermeister
The Desert Remembers My Name, by Kathleen Alcalá
Sing Them Home, by Stephanie Kallos