Mammal Mondays: Something to Be Thankful For


This is the Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and I have been running like a greyhound on a rabbit farm. Friday night, we had a pre-Thanksgiving dinner with friends The Electrician has known since before he could grow a beard or drive a car. Saturday I spent zipping around town and cooking the stuff I could take care of ahead of time, like the cheese sauce for the cauliflower. This year, I used smoked gouda and tarragon, and it was deadly. Sunday was Thanksgiving proper, where the family showed up and we feasted on ham, turkey, and all the trimmings.

Suffice it to say I was exhausted this morning. The Electrician and I spent a reasonable amount of time eating leftovers and watching Netflix on the basement couch. It’s a post-Thanksgiving necessity to sit on one’s butt and eat cold bread stuffing with one’s fingers: at least it is in this house. Even Sherman didn’t want to do much today. He didn’t have anything to do with the meal prep or the pre-company cleaning, but he was exhausted from the doggy excitement of having people over.

Here’s the thing; it’s mid-October, and we live in a province where this time of year typically brings snow and temperatures well below the freezing point. Today, by some turkey-related miracle, the sun was shining and it was plus twelve. Given the weather we expect at this point in the season, I could not pass up the opportunity to get outside and work off some of that bread stuffing.

Rather than walk Sherman around the immediate neighbourhood like I usually do, I loaded him into the truck and drove to Victoria Park in the river valley. He was confused but pleased to be escaping to somewhere potentially fun. Picture this: a day with zero clouds and a light breeze, squinty bright sunlight and a lovely, joyful dog on the end of my leash.

Twelve degrees may not sound like much, and I’ll admit it was windier down along the river paths, but hoofin’ along in the park warmed me up to the point I needed to take off my sweater. I can’t remember the last time I walked around in a tank top in October, but it happened today and it was beautiful. Throughout the walk, Sherman was so well-behaved (even when other people’s dog’s weren’t, like the maltese who threatened to tear him a new one) and I felt such joy in my heart. I am grateful to have a dog who does his best to behave in public, and who can share the good moments in life with me.

You know those perfect moments in life, the ones where you forget the things that are weighing heavily on your brain and just exist in a place of warmth and beauty? I had an hour of that today, listening to Fleetwood Mac in the autumn sunshine, walking on through the stiffness in the ankle I rolled ten days ago, and breathing crisp air that smelled like piles of yellow leaves. It was glorious, glorious, glorious, and I’m so very thankful for a perfect hour.

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. I hope you had at least a moment today where everything was completely right in your world.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Jody says:

    Glad that you and Sherman enjoyed such a perfect sunny day and walk and fall moment!
    Happy post-Thanksgiving:)

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