Being vegan for 10 months since Jim’s aortic coarctation has had no real moments of regret, but holidays and celebrations require redefining: and that includes how to escape turkey on Thanksgiving and prime rib or ham on Christmas. Thanksgiving was resolved with a trip to balmy San Francisco, an international food haven, visiting our friends, Melody and Stacey, who have no problem with alternative cuisine. May I say, turkey can’t hold a candle to the ecstasy of walking the Golden Gate Bridge on a sunny day.
Returning to a frigid Ohio December, I’ve escaped by painting some small pochades of favorite scenes of summers’ past, from Brittany to the Chiemsee. As the year wraps up, with two Saturday afternoon Holiday Open Houses to go, my heart is warmed by the full life I’ve experienced, to date, the crisis of this year included. Jim and I are still savoring our morning and evening rituals, health restored. Oh yes, my PSA is now down to 0.4. Santa brought me just what I wanted.