|Fall colours throughout courtesy of a local Community Garden|
We reversed our short route via elevator and dark city sidewalk, crossing streets lit from above, the Two in my arms for a moment, pointing up to the dark sky, marvelling to me that it was night, his enthusiasm no less than his sister's for all its belatedness. All that October night-air magically crisp around us, and back inside, another elevator, to settle ourselves around the table, happily passing bowl after bowl around, serving spoons clanking, decisions about white or dark meat or both, and murmurs of "Please pass the . . . ." My dad's traditional turkey stuffing, which I've been improvising around for more than forty years, was missing, replaced by the apparently more contemporary (and safe, the kids tell us, not finding the greasy glories of seasoned bread cooked inside a bird worth the risk of food poisoning) oven-baked dressing.
This morning, the gratitude continues, extended into a reflection on our first year living here in the city. So many changes made to get here, and some still to make as we continue adjusting. I'm hoping to write a bit about that here over the next while, and I'm wondering if any of you have anything you're particularly curious about concerning the process of downsizing, of uprooting from one community to another at this stage of life, of retiring, or whatever. I can't promise I'll answer them all right away, but I'll be happy to try in future posts.
And before I sign off, here's a Back to the Future moment for you, a post from 2007, my first blogging year, and it seems we've done urban, non-traditional Thanksgivings before. . . .
Happy Thanksgiving! Feel free to share whatever you're feeling grateful for today, whether you celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving or not. Never too much gratitude, right?