It’s Canadian Thanksgiving. We are lucky, we celebrate Thanksgiving twice. I buy an extra large turkey and save half the breast for US Thanksgiving, which is invariably on a work day for us. I remember when we moved to Canada twenty years ago and we couldn’t afford a turkey at the then very expensive Cdn prices. I bought hamburger and a turkey cookie cutter and we had “turkey” burgers. There were a few tears shed that night. We were really homesick.
Every year we go around the table and announce one thing for which we are thankful. For year I was thankful for my job in an area with high unemployment. My eldest daughter used to say “I’m thankful for our nice wum (warm) house.” This year, besides the many obvious things I could mention, I am thankful for our jetted bath tub. It was a stretch at the time, and is not very fancy, but now, in middle age I am so appreciative.
Look, what else did I do today? I smell possum blocking:
Gracee had a taste for knitting as well:
Life's a Stitch 
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