Our turkey is in the oven. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Jeff is hoping he’ll feel well enough to go moose hunting tomorrow, so today will be our turkey day. We’ve got a 15 pounder in the oven, with dressing. Jeff is napping through the end of the NASCAR race, then I imagine we’ll have the pleasure (yuck) of watching football. Jeff bought me a new book called “Their Own Yukon” which is a book of photos and history of the First Nations people that live here. I’m going to dig into that this afternoon and skip the football.
I was joined on my wander home from the store this morning by a boy, probably 9 years old or so, who was sent to the store for flour. I just love how children here aren’t afraid of adults, or of going to the store on their own. This must be such a safe, carefree place for a child to be raised. He changed my name to Lucy Lou and aimed to annoy me by making loud crazy noises, stopping just to ask if I was annoyed yet. When I said I wasn’t, he said I was a tough nut to crack. He was asking which house I lived in, because the town is small enough that people know where everyone lives, usually by the colour of the house and the general area of town.
I love living like this, walking to the store for just an item or two at a time. There is no traffic. The store is small. I don’t need to drive there. This town is really my utopia. Where else would a young kid be in the check-out in front of you, and turn and ask if you we’ve met yet!?
Here’s a couple pictures from inside the store I took a month ago. I should take a few more so you can see what a grocery store looks like that isn’t a big huge modern box with a big parking lot.
I also received a request for more wildlife pictures, so I’ll see what I can do! I haven’t ventured out of town lately because Jeff has been going hunting with the truck. I support the hunt, and eat the meat, but know I better not be there when a moose goes down because I’m a softie.