Today is Thanksgiving day in Canada. Its always the 2nd Monday in October. For the Americans, its the fourth Thursday in November. Why? I suppose it something to do with the harvest comes earlier due to the weather? Wikipedia tells us some interesting things about when the first one was and all that but I’m too lazy to even put a link in here. Just be thrilled to know that Frobisher Bay, way the heck up in the frozen north was named after the guy that initiated the first Thanksgiving celebration.
The big thing about Thanksgiving is that its a time to spare a few moments of gratitude for all the bounty of my life. I like that its not a religious holiday because I think that gratitude should be non-demominational. I try to be thankful every day for the amazing people in my life, my health, and the fact that I live in a beautiful, safe, and free country.
Ron has been on night shift all weekend so me and the kids have been out and about (its very hard to stay home and be really quiet with two little busy kids.
Yesterday we went for a long walk in the river valley and I was musing on how much I love the prairies and what beauty there is in that huge big sky and open spaces. Its funny because I hated it when I first moved here. My brother Neal, who had moved to Calgary years before kept telling me that I ‘d come to love it in a couple of years. I found that hard to believe after growing up in the mountains then spending the last 10 years on the West coast. It took me 6 years. Yesterday the lightbulb came on for me, walking down this leafy path with the kids:
It was 6 years before I managed get myself unstuck from my first husband. I hated living here but I think really, I hated the awful prison I found myself in.
Anyway, one day I’ll tell the story of my first marriage but I don’t know when. Its very far behind me now.
On a completely different topic,
Here is something we finally got around to doing….we filled in the gigantic hole in our back yard. See the great big trucks? It took 56 loads of clay to fill the hole in our yard. How did we get a huge hole? Well, its kind of a strange reason. When Ron was building this house, the guy on the next lot was also building. His house was bit higher than ours and they also chose to build up their yard so that all the water from their property would drain into our yard. Ron’s Dad, who was helping him build the house, figured that in time, that water would create a lot of problems so they decided to build up around the foundation. The only source of dirt/clay for doing that was in the back yard. This is a bit ironic because the guy next door actually had a huge pile of excess dirt from digging out for his foundation. Ron asked if he could take it off his hands. He said no. After all was said and done, he ended up paying someone to haul it away! Anyway, what comes around goes around, eh? 🙂
So, for 13 years, there has been this huge hole in our yard and we’ve debated whether or not to fill it in, landscape it, ignore it. As the kids came along and got more mobile it became clear that the hole was now a danger. Especially now that the kids are both interested in learning to ride dirt bikes, quads, and snowmobiles. So, a friend of a friend offered us free clay, but we’d have to pay for the trucking. Another part of this story is that we want to install our gate opener and that entails putting a trench for power down the length of the driveway and fixing up the driveway. We knew we didn’t want to be doing that job before the big trucks came and wrecked the driveway. Yes, they made a huge mess of our driveway and did a lot of damage to the back forty. But, now, its done anyway and we can buy some black dirt next year and seed it. Yay, more grass to cut! 🙂
Well, this is a pretty darned boring post so I am going to go before I put myself to sleep. I have a turkey to get ready and a couple of pumpkins to sacrifice!
Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers. Rest assured that I include you in my thoughts of gratitude. You are one of the many blessings in my life!
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