Birthday Breakfast Bash.....

“T’was a long time ago, longer now than it seems,
in a place that perhaps you’ve seen in your dreams.
For the story you are about to be told
took place in the holiday worlds of old.
Now, you’ve probably wondered where holidays come from,
If you haven’t, I’d say it’s time you begun.”
Anon (meaning not me)

T’day we did the Birthday Breakfast thing for Sophie Claire at Brookfields..(Millyrose likes their fried potatoes)...it was a beautiful sunny morning but not the clouds are rolling in....(there’s a storm coming, I’m told)..
‘n it’s getting cooler...well, cooler in a cold type way not cooler in a cool way ‘cuz gloomy is only cool in movin’ pitchers, doncha know.....
So we took a drive out Hazel Ave t’find a store that was just a bit out’a the way....when we got to Loomis, we turned around ‘n headed back...it was an ok drive ‘n the dogs didn’t seem t’mind but after we crossed Douglas Blvd on the return trip, we looked over t’the right ‘n there was the store we were searching for....hiding in plain sight....
Afterwards, we stopped at the new Peet’s Coffee in Orangevale ‘n tried their brew...not bad. Millyrose was afraid that it might keep me awake tonite but that’d be a first....what might be a first lately is if I c’d sleep past four in the AM...which is prob’ly when I’ll finish this.....(actually, I'm an hour early)
I ‘uz just outside with the dogs...’n it’s chilly out there... should’a put on a jacket but I didn’t ‘n it’s too late now...
there’s a big ol’ full moon tonite...the biggest of the year they say...
‘N now at three in the AM, there is no moon atall, atall... the nite is dark ‘n if it weren’t for all the ambient lite of the urban jungle, t’would be like days of old....well, maybe not really like days of old but at my age ‘n at this time of the nite, the ‘old’ memory starts to wander....
the world use’ta be a darker place ‘n you c’d see more stars....I remember coming down off the hill behind the school, feeling my way in a dark so complete that I could literally hold my hand in front of my face ‘n not see it, stumbling along over the ruts....when we got to the clearing where the school sat ‘n the starlite provided just enuff lite that we became shadow figures moving along, the school building looming darker in the nite....
‘n behind us, moving with us, stopping when we stopped to listen...undoubtedly a curious bobcat but in our eleven year old imagination.....ah well, that part I can’t remember....at least not on a conscious level.....
I remember reading some overeducated idiot theorizing about prehistoric humans, fearful of the dark, huddling around the recently discovered fire in small, family groups waiting for the light.....I think that there are still a lot of overeducated idiots waiting for the light, but most of us know that the monsters waiting for us are out there in the daylight ‘n not under our beds.....