Apologies for the lack of content over the last little while, and the last week particularly–the preparations for The Big Move have just destroyed whatever slim shards of free time I can normally wrest from my schedule.
Since everything is now on the truck and on its way, and I’ll be spending the next three days doing a very gentle road-trip to my new home, I should have time to start catching up with the blog again. Assuming I can even move tomorrow, of course–Herculesing that GIANT storage bin (full of all the red wine and port, none of which can go on the truck, and all of which must therefore go in the car with me) up the stairs was probably not the smartest move, despite how manly and powerful it must have looked, and how efficient of a move it was. Still, surely a bottle of Ontario’s finest hard cider, followed by a bottle of Quebec’s finest stout, will solve all my internal muscular issues while I sleep.
Anyway, since today is also Thanksgiving for the Yanks, I’ll send out wishes for a good holiday to my American friends, and I’ll leave you with this picture:
That’s the centerpiece from our Thanksgiving dinner last month. It was assembled by Dr. Wife and my lovely daughter from things they found in the yard–so it’s also a little bittersweet, since I suspect the new house won’t have quite the same wilderness resources, being much more “in the city”. However, since I haven’t seen the new place yet… who knows?