The Noxsoma Chronicles [0067]
11-26-2025 … Day 23647 (Wellness Wednesday)
It seems strange that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Some of the neighbors of the Oasis seem to be preparing for the holiday. Most of the residents – so it seems – do not originate from this country. Literally – “just saying.”
But why am I saying at all?
Somehow without doing any kind of research beyond many decades of observation – Thanksgiving seems to the first American tradition that immigrants [it sounds like a “bad word” these days] assimilate into their own family traditions.
Food and Gratitude transcend culture and religion. I don’t believe that there is any religion – at least among the top ten on the planet – that does not revere
food and grace. Even fasting, and Lent and Ramadan are about food in its absence.
Happy Thanksgiving and associated Holidays.
I Need Help!
I am walking through the neighborhood today after working out on the bars.
I hear “Hello.”
An elder lady is sanding in the doorway of what’s probably her house or home and tells me she needs help.
There are two boxes on the landing of the two or three steps that lead into this one-story residence. I figure she wants me to put the boxes in the house.
“I need help,” she says.
I finally get her to tell me what she wants me to do. Which is to call the cops.
I call 9-1-1. I don’t think I have ever called 9-1-1 before. Certainly not down here.
I get a dispatcher, of course. “Stay on the line.” I am being interviewed, but the first question he asked was what was the address where I was calling from.
A unit was sent to the scene and I was relieved of my responsible citizen duties by a uniformed public servant.
So what was the “emergency?”
This lady, easily over 80 years, woke up and discovered that she was home alone. She got scared because she didn’t know what to do. So she opened the front door and called out to the first person that walked by. Maybe that wasn’t even me. There’s construction going on right across the street so maybe she called out to one of the construction workers. So your boy was either the first person she called out to – maybe – but certainly the first human that responded.
Who knows?
Carol, that’s her name, was lucid, vocal and understood what I was saying to her. She was just scared and confused. She doesn’t know what to do at home by herself. There were two emergency telephone numbers taped on the mailbox. I just called the cops.
Reunions
This has been a month of reunions. Had another one yesterday. Ended an estrangement. Is that the proper term for it? Never had to do it before. It wasn’t bad. Pretty good actually.
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Let’s do the numbers!
Today’s Score (11-26-2025) *2 day totals
BC … 73
Rum… 38
Ody…..10
This Month So Far (11-26-25)
BC …… 2340
Rum ……648
Ody……. 662
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