No Tofurkey For You!

Cops directing traffic
in and out of the supermarket lots last night.
Even though work lets me out early @ noon,
I work until mid-afternoon...
taking the long way home to hit Whole Foods
& Trader Joes.
I park the work truck blocks away from WF,
hoof it thru the adjacent packed Marty's Liquors lot.
Middle-aged WASPS narrowly miss me,
their convertibles darting into available spaces
at the cost of life, limb & pedestrian.
I find nothing in the store-- just meaty product.
Even down the street @ TJ's
all I discover is Tofurkey Italian sausage.
No soy turkey kits. No alt edibles.

I end up in Braintree & try the Shaws there.
Tofukey giblets & gravy in the Organic Foods aisle
is the sum total of my success.
So I stock up on glazed carrots & green beans,
indulge in carb-thick scalloped potatoes &
mushroom & onion stuffing.
I shall feast on sides then.
And for the immediate fix-- Chinese food.

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I jog Thanksgiving morning all the way to Rosche Bros
but it's truly closed for the holiday.
There's only an old man in the lot collecting cans.
Timmy's Nails is open,
as is The Video Store/Lottery & the carribean eatry
but downtown 'dolph feels like Atlantic City out of season.
A dying Springsteen town
full of gulls & smashed vodka bottles.
It's unseasonably warm all of a sudden,
and I'm severly over-dressed in my heavy Clear Channel
sweatshirt & multi-layers.
More to sweat off then.
I exceed the 30 minute mark & I'm hurting...
but I prompt myself w/ a recent comparison:
saleswoman @ work coming off a week of walking pneumonia
ran 13 miles!
(granted, she's run marathons BUT...)
I can't lapse.
I can't stop.
Running as metaphor for drive...
everything screaming @ you to stop,
even if it's a measly 1/2 hour of exertion
before the latter gorging.

Later this morning I check Steve's upload
for the latest cut of "Water and Wood" video.
Ugg.
So ugg.
I have to watch the original Aug cut to placate myself.
I'll have time tomorrow to view & note & go over unused footage
but the last editing session has smeared crapola on the windows,
doorknobs & pillows.
The flow is gone.
The "narrative" drive?
Just static shots & amatuer greenscreen.
I have to be professional about this.
I have to sit in next time
even though all I'll be contemplating is my cut.
Do I really want to submit what we have to SXSW?
The Dec 7th deadline is coming...
I don't know if we'll have suitable entry.
My cut-- yes. But that comes 2nd.
Ugg.

All over the place w/ this entry.
Must be hungry.
The taint of dad's cooking in the air.
His turkey.
But it fills the hall w/ Thanksgiving.