Musing

no critters in sight as we walk the park in the dark, calm, peaceful, 0C/32F, sun rising as we return; Gusta seems to appreciate return to normal speed as my foot heals

maybe we’ll be seeing pictures of plump birds on the side of milk cartons captioned ‘has anyone seen Tom ?’ . . last seen in the barnyard in late September , he was whooshed away by men with a large truck headed toward the city

this week slipping by - turkey weekend coming; time when families to gather around a roasted bird to swap stories & to remind ourselves there is so much to be thankful for

ritual sacrificing turkeys each year is true Canadian culture - something we do well in advance of our American cousins; ours is not a pre-Christmas ‘shopping/NFL football weekend opportunity’ but rather time honoured tradition at harvest time

we roast some fowl, sit around a table with friends & family to be grateful for the bounty

for me, that is best friends, family, pursuits I enjoy, work I love, roof overhead - I’ve never missed a meal or been out in the cold - I am so very fortunate

Toastmasters last night; some milestones celebrating my CTM & SW’s win & planning next week’s Thanksgiving Theme meeting . . gobble gobble . . gobble gobble

Mark

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