I hope this email finds you somewhere you’d never been, and for unknown reasons.
Opting into distraction this month — not feeling the monthly prompts. I’m more feeling…tactics that consider what it means to stand in the middle of a very very crowded and loud room and not get utterly destroyed. Sometimes you want cake, sometimes you want oysters.
I’ve been playing a new game at dinner. We’re calling it, ‘what are you serving?’ and rather than explaining it I will just provide examples because trial by fire, always:
I am serving,
The man ahead of me in line while boarding a flight, wearing jeans that dragged the ground, with an elf on the shelf clipped upside down to his rolling Rimowa suitcase.
An (improperly made) martini with a razor-thin sheet of ice floating, iceberg-like, atop the surface.
An assumption you’ve been living as a truth.
A soft boiled egg in a skirt-like silver dish.
Homemade tree ornaments from childhood that still surface every year, always featuring a water-stained portrait cut into a circle, hot glued onto a paper star that has been dipped into glitter.
Exactly 48 hours in a specific Texas suburb, and finding a rhythm within an extremely short period of time.
One of those bank teller self-inking stamps that makes a very loud and gratifying click.
Filling nothing with something. Making plans and then forgetting them.
No answers, just observations.
A Moon Lists Gift Guide:
The only item on the Moon Lists gift guide is a sycamore seedling grown from “a seed carried to the moon by astronaut Stuart Roosa on the 1971 Apollo 14 mission,” originally presented to Sewanee University in April 1976 and available to purchase as an oversized sapling.
Happiest of holidays,
LP