It is shirt-sleeve weather here again and the riff from ‘Peaceful easy feeling’ runs through my mind on an everlasting loop. Not an unwanted earworm but a joyous chorus.
Sunday we drove back home and then into the city to celebrate an early Thanksgiving with my family. Olaf and Tammy came from Montreal (with darling Freya of course), and Graham was there with Juliette and Erik. There was much to give thanks for, not the least of which was the delicious turkey dinner. Yowsers that turkey was good - I almost stuffed it under my shirt when we left with the hope that no one would notice. Mom brined it overnight and my salt starved cells rejoiced. The gravy was mouth puckering salty which tasted like ambrosia. We’ve basically cut salt out of our diet so anything with even a grain of salt tastes salty - I think my body needed it as I slathered everything with the brown sauce. Yum.
We left Mom’s while the sun hung above the horizon with the hopes of getting back to camp before dark. We just barely made it, and as it happens we passed two herds of deer on our way…
Once back at the villetta we fed the beasts then settled on the sofa to watch a few programs about food from Italy (note to self, watching food programs while dieting is not a good idea). One of the programs was about Amalfi which is one of the places we visited on our trip this summer.
The big question now centres around dinner: do we have pre-made chili that’s in the freezer, or an Italian styled pasta dish. Right now I’m starving so I vote for both.
We’ve dragged the dogs on the long walk twice now. Tongues were lolling and feet were dragging by the time we got back but they did it. It is reasonably warm today which didn’t help their stamina (or mine for that matter).
A bit of excitement here… the furnace isn’t working :-0 not ideal when nighttime temps drop below 10C. Carm went to a nearby RV repair place and got the name of a guy that has the know how and the parts to fix it. Plus he’ll come here. Appointment is for Thursday morning so our fingers are crossed for some warm nights.
I went out to get my 250 steps and passed right through a gobble of turkeys. The closest one was less than 50’ away. Of course I hadn’t brought my camera…
Carm is bereft - his two golfing compatriots are out of the country for a few weeks, possibly till the end of the season. So much for his three day a week habit.
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
~L.M. Montgomery
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