Thanksgiving again

Made it down to Guelph where my dear octogenarian parents were hosting Turkey Day.

It was a stellar day for them; they had all five of their kids and seven of nine grandchildren at the table.

Not to mention the assorted boyfriends, girlfriends, and spouses in the mix. So it was obviously a big table.

It was also five hours of driving for a three-hour get-together. I do not appreciate that kind of math, which is one reason me and the Farm Manager have been toying with the idea of upping sticks and moving a little ways south.

One reason it was only a five hour round trip was we made exceptional time on the return run. It was late in the evening, there was little to no traffic, and you could therefore maintain a good speed. Otherwise it would have been six hours of driving, and as much as I love my family, that’s starting to push the limits.

The night driving is a bit of a drag. I’m a couple weeks away from cataract surgery, and I gotta say it’ll be nice to be able to tell tail-lights from stoplights.

So we scoped out a place in Allan Park. About an hour north of Guelph, and within 45 minutes of Bubby’s retirement home. Ticked a lot of boxes, it did. Ten heavily wooded acres. You can’t see the house from the road. A long uphill driveway takes you to a killer view.

So we thought about it.

Then we thought about it again, and after that, we thought about it some more.

After a couple of weeks of thinking about it, we sat down to talk about it. We talked about it for a couple of hours. We concluded that we’d best think about it some more.

On the way down to Guelph we took a modest departure from our normal route for a drive-by.

There’s a sold sticker on the sign…

Shit!

But you know what? I’m pretty okay right here at Falling Downs. There’s an abundance of things to be thankful for, and I am.

Happy Thanksgiving!