Thanksgiving is almost here in Canada.
Every year I hear from Americans about how early it is in Canada
and from Canadians how late Americans do it.
Needless to say,
I feel the holiday in the air and am happy for it.
Meanwhile I am remembering the summer;
I think I will always remember my last two summers as transitional summers.
Last year I was in bed with a twice fractured infected foot.
This year I took was unemployed, took walks
and tried to figure out what to do next.
Sometimes it has been lonely
Such is life.