Thanksgiving was once again held at ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's parents, in what's looking to be our new tradition. We started out a bit late, which is an old tradition of ours. But, in a big break from tradition, we did not forget any of the things we needed to bring! Except for A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving, but nobody mentioned our overlooking that tradition.
bunnyhugger upheld the tradition of taking their dog for an extra-special long walk, although this time without me. I was a little torn about this because there was a nice frosting of snow on the ground, and they're planning some dam removal and terrain restoration projects that look likely to close up the small river beside her parents' house, and I don't know how many chances I'll get to see it decorated with new snow.
Instead, I used the time to call my parents, whom I'd owed a call because it had been a long while. Also because it was my mother's birthday coming up. Also, on top of that, because my mother's been sick, enough to get put on antibiotics. By Saturday she was feeling well enough to go to church, which sounds like a great turn except for the family story about how her grandmother walked her way through a blizzard because It Was Bingo Night And She Was Not Missing It, even if nobody at church was picking up the phone and every weather person was saying stay indoors, and she contracted one of those diseases of old people in lousy weather. The lore may be false, but it is instructive.
Anyway we did get to enjoy some good time together, and so very much food. Way too much, and I had to go over and sit with my eyes closed a half-hour or so before being ready for pie. This is doing nothing to help my ongoing failure to lose weight but some days are traditionally exceptions. We ended up with enough leftovers to cover our dinners through to Sunday, and we've still got some caramelized onions, biscuits, and pie left over.
We did discover, Sunday or so, that we had way more cranberry sauce than we thought, so we could have had much more of the glaze that bunnyhugger's father likes so much. She keeps trying to explain to him how easy it is to make, but he mostly makes scrambled eggs and ice cream sundaes, so there's a participation energy gap to overcome.
With these pictures we close off what we thought would be our pre-Nigloland visit, and our long first day in France.
Another picture into the parking lot and passageway to the Hotel des Pirates and all.
That, though, we figured to be the true main entrance and it didn't strike us as peculiar yet that the gate to the hotel was closed.
And then came sheep! Grazing along the side of the park and we assume working at keeping the grass orderly.
Some more grazing. Around this time bunnyhugger noted something remarkable about them ...
Those tails! Look how long some of those sheep tails are! Who knew sheep even could have tails, let alone long ones?
And this sign, we assume, represents the city limits of Dolancourt rather than a warning that the people here are done with the city, although it must be said, in a few short hours we would feel that way about the place.
Trivia: The word ``flaw'' is Scandinavian in origin, and is related to the Swedish flaga, meaning ``flake''. Flaw's earliest recorded meanings in English, before 1400, were as in flakes of snow or sparks of fire, a small thing broken off from or detached. Source: Semantic Antics: How And Why Words Change Meaning, Sol Steinmetz.
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