Just when my camera card was overflowing, a computer virus attacked, stumping my IT guy for days. It's worth noting friends, because in ten years, nothing has ever stumped him for more than a day or two. This time we were ridiculously close to measuring our downtime in weeks. I may have even browsed for a new computer for myself. Imagine shopping for hockey gear when you've never once watched the game; a futile effort if ever there was one.
But here I am and since I'm prone to disappearing for a week or so, every now and then, likely no one thought much was amiss; but all the same, I'm not overly crazy about discussing Thanksgiving when all that's left is the turkey soup. I considered pretending I'm American and posting this in another month. There's a good chance I could get away with it too; my grandmother was born south of the 49th after all. No, you say? Hmph. Well, truth is, I've always thought the Canadian version arrives too early and the American, just a little too close to Christmas for my liking. So how about a Can-American Thanksgiving celebrated each year at the end of October? It's grey, damp and cold but the warmth of the fire embraces you and the harvest is closer to being done than it was two weeks before and a merrier celebration I dare you to find when a few more weeks of harvesting is a fait accompli. What's that you say? The end of October is taken by All Hallow's Eve? When was the last time you saw trick or treaters running from farmhouse to farmhouse?
I thought so.
Oh! And giving thanks for a meal harvested mostly by our own hands or someone else loca-lee, a warm, sunny afternoon walk in the woods with the Twins and my IT guy....obviously.