Small business Saturday

This year I made an effort to shop at some small businesses. I bought a (very thin book? pretty big pamphlet?) about Revere bells at the Paul Revere House gift shop. It's the 2018 revision of a 1987 book I had as a PDF (?) on an old laptop.
In Lexington, I bought some yarn and a pattern at the new knitting shop. I bought a stack of books at Maxima to donate to the toy and book drive at the Tai Chi studio (an annual thing). I refilled my laundry detergent bottle at Center Goods. I didn't go to Tatte, but I mean to do so soon to support them - when I rode past on the bus this morning, it was barely up to freezing outside but a table of warmly dressed customers were being served on an outside table. Yay for the breakfasters, yay for the business going along with it, and leaving their tables out.

Not everything is available small and local. When I filled up a shopping cart with socks and underwear and warm things for shelter donations earlier this month, I went to Marshall's instead.

jinxing myself

Last night (actually about 5 AM) I had what is probably the worst nightmare I've ever had, involving the violent death of a child (not anybody I know in my waking life).
After trying to calm myself down by listening to "Jackie Wilson said I'm in heaven when you smile," *
I did get back to sleep, and the subsequent dream had a bad but not horrible aspect (someone sat down on a drum). Still, it was worrisome enough that I yelled out loud (loud enough to wake me up) "Don't do that!"
It's past a sensible bedtime and I'm leery of trying to sleep.

* https://youtu.be/TY0_1VN7h8c?feature=shared

Yes, I know now that Van Morrison is a jerk, but I didn't know that when I bought the 45 in the 1970s. It's probably on the shelf downstairs right now.