I cuddled with my friend H last Tuesday over tea and the DVD of What Babies Want, which I've had for ages and watched several times, but which she'd never seen. She also showed me the new naturopathic practice she's just set up on the east end of Portland (now that she is finally getting her licence to practise as an N.D. in the state of Maine), which is situated in a natural medicine clinic that also has an acupuncturist, massage therapist and (I think) yoga instructor working there. H's office is beautiful and is imbued with wonderful healing energy. It smells of wood and fleshy houseplants, and her bookshelves are crammed with familiar titles on subjects like herbal medicine, obstetrics, paediatrics, home birth, gynaecology and breastfeeding. She's going to have great success as a practitioner... I can feel it.
The next day, Wednesday, I found my car. A green Subaru Forester with manual transmission (joy!) and in excellent shape, sold by a young (cute) and very upstanding mechanic who seemed to know the car inside-and-out, not the way a salesman might pretend to know it, but the way someone-who-loves-Subarus-and-is-regularly-to-be-found-greased-up-underneath-one would know it. I trusted him right away... so I hope time proves my intuition correct. (And no, it's not because he's handsome in a ruffled-up, stubbly-jawed kind of way that makes him so eminently trustworthy... okay?)
Thursday was Thanksgiving day, which I spent in Hope, Maine, with loving people all around me and a plateful (or two) of delicious traditional food in front of me. It was a treat to be included in this special American holiday celebration.
On Friday, I got a bank cheque to pay for my Subaru. After heading to Westbrook to pick it up, I drove through my first snowfall ever in Maine, in the first car I've ever bought in Maine. I was mesmerised as snowflakes glided toward my windshield like the Windows "Starfield" screensaver, one after the other. It was so beautiful I almost forgot to look at the road. Almost.
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