From away

The neighbourhood is lousy with campervans.

They're parked up and down the residential streets, usually clustered around condo buildings.

Early Saturday morning, I marvelled at the number of people trotting up and down Cook Street, then I noticed the strolling people were in groups, and  I remembered.  It's the Thanksgiving long weekend.  Furthermore, it's our second pandemic Thanksgiving, and visiting rules are way looser than last year's rather bleak excuse for a holiday, so the ferries are full, and families are getting together with a vengeance.  Well, maybe that's the wrong word.  (Let's hope so, anyway.)

Our Thanksgiving will be the usual quiet matter, as all family coming to dinner, either live here, or barely a block away.  Pumpkin pie made by me and dinner rolls made by younger daughter.  Demeter escorted in from her own condo to dine on roast chicken -- we don't care much for turkey.  Or campervans.

Wishing you a peaceful meal, free of feuds and super-spreaders, followed by a safe journey home.