For the past few years we have been baking our Thanksgiving turkey in a trash can. Sounds weird and WTF, right? Here it is in pictures:
For the past nine years or so we have been going to our local Christmas tree farm in order to chop down a tree to grace our living room (we are not in agreement for the actual number of times we have cut a tree down). Over the years we have had trees of various heights and widths, but this year we seemed to have outdone ourselves with the height of the tree. The blue tag on the tree told us it was over 8 feet tall. The other members of the family were not thrilled that I wanted such a large tree, well actually just my husband and son, since they were the ones left with the responsibility of cutting the tree down, carrying it to be tied up, and then paid for. I wanted such a tall tree, so hubby could cut off approximately two feet, in order for me to be creative and make a couple of wreaths for our front and side doors.
Well walking towards the area where we would eventually find a tree, there are a number of places you can take silly pictures (silly only because we are all adults).
After the snapshot of us being snowman, middle child sent the picture to her sister, with the caption “you have been voted off the island”. The eldest was the brunt of many jokes during our Christmas tree hunting, and was blamed for our past difficulties with picking a tree, especially since we agreed in record time this year.
There were not a lot of trees left on the farm, making it necessary for us to walk quite a long way. The main rule for choosing a tree is we all must be in agreement. Trying to have five individuals agree on the right tree is not an easy task, though this year, there were only the four of us, since the eldest moved out (she had taken her boyfriend to the same Christmas tree farm a week earlier).
After choosing our tree, and placing it in the van (yes it did fit, though the stump was beside me in the front seat), we headed over to their Christmas store so we could each buy ourselves a gift. Hubby chose a bird for his Christmas bird collection, the young man a fire truck ornament, I, a snowman, and middle child picked a lovely plate I had been admiring. When we arrived home, she gave me the Christmas plate.
Hubby’s new addition is the bird hanging from the Blue Jay. The Cardinal which he purchased last year, chirps when you walk by, driving all of us crazy, except of course my husband. Surprisingly the chirping doesn’t even faze the dogs.
Last is a picture of the Christmas wreath, which is a work in progress (please excuse the mess in the basement). It too may be a tad large!
October was a somewhat busy month this year, and also a month where I backed off social media quite a bit. I would check my Twitter, Facebook feeds daily, Google+ not so much, I read blogs but only seemed to have the energy to comment on a select few. My mind itself was blank, not really knowing what to blog about.
At the beginning of the month we celebrated Thanksgiving here in Canada. Our two kids who still attend College and University out-of-town were able to make it home, putting a very large smile on mom’s face. I see middle child much more often since she is only a few hours away, and is able to commute home every other weekend with one of her classmates. Whereas, I had not seen the young man since the beginning of September, he is a good nine hours away in Quebec. He arrived home well after midnight, and though very tired, gave his mom one of the hugs you really never want to end.
We celebrated Thanksgiving at home again this year, I do miss going camping during that weekend, but it is far too difficult to coordinate. Instead of baking our turkey in a conventional oven, we baked it in the backyard in a garbage can. Sounds completely weird, but a twenty pound turkey is cooked in roughly two hours and is delectable. Everyone complimented on how well it tasted, it literally melted in our mouths. If you are interested in viewing the video, you can see it here. Please note that Cocoa did have a taste of the turkey before baking, but we figured since we were cooking it at such a high temperature, a few licks of the turkey was no big deal.
Thanksgiving weekend is also the weekend of our Wedding Anniversary, this year we celebrated 27 years of wedded bliss. Actually, we did absolutely nothing, which is quite fine with me. I am not one for celebrations, preferring small quiet get-togethers.
October has been a month of sorrow, with the murder of Cpl Nathan Cirillo. I did not know him personally, but being from my hometown, and the same age as my eldest, plus the fact he was killed standing guard at our National War Memorial, affected many of us Canadians to the core. In the past I have not attending the Remembrance Day ceremonies held on November 11th of each year, this year will be different, I will attend and thank all of those who have died for our Country.
The last few weeks of October have also been quite depressing, dominating the headlines now is the alleged sexual assaults committed by Jian Ghomeshi, former host of the ‘Q’ on the CBC. Many of the arguments have centred around women not coming forward and pressing charges (as of yesterday, two women have gone to the police). From my own past experiences I understand why most women do not come forward. I was explaining this to my husband last night, and told him how my own sexual assault still haunts me, and if things had been different back then, I would have gone to the police, I do regret that but at the same time will live with my decision.
More happy/sad news ~ the eldest is moving out this month, she will not be five minutes away but instead an hour. Sure we can chat daily on the phone but it is not the same as her sitting with me in the living room chatting. Thus with the other two still away at school, we can be referred to as “empty nesters” for now.