Walking Tall

 

Mystic Village, Mystic, Connecticut
Stilted Santa. Mystic, CT, 2025.
Leiney and I spent the day at an outdoor mall, a la Gilman Village circa 1984. It is a Christmas celebration. There were lots of shops to explore, and explore we did. It's pleasant being with Leiney, although I'd say the certitude of 23 is about as grating as the snark of the teenage years. I will say, I was the king of assholes as a teenager, and knew precisely how the world worked when I was 23.

I have slept most of the day away, absent the trip to Mystic. Leiney has commented on it. Hmmm. I am awake and rested now. I begin to wonder, however, how much I sleep at home without realizing it. Hmmm.  .  .

We went to some Scandanavian store which had vibes of Ballard or the Scan Deli in Renton back in the 1980s. It took me back, far back. Despite its Finnish/Danish/Norwegian/Swedishness, it had lots of Omi-like things. I found marzipan stöllen, which means that tomorrow night we will have 2nd of Advent in Manhattan. That would make Jenny smile.

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