Oct 11th, Sunday, was a flat day, tho’ I must admit it wasn’t like Sundays I’ve always hated. Just at the moment, getting up late, reading the Observer and tackling the crossword, eating + recovering, from a hefty roast beef dinner, + then lazing around doing nothing for the rest of the day, does seem rather attractive. But back to the matter in hand. A slightly later start to the day, + then the usual half-dozen bins, finishing at 6.30, by which time it was dark. Our Sunday dinner was a vegetable curry – it wasn’t quite as nice as the one we’d had before, but it was missing out on a couple of items. And then some reading + writing before bed.
And then, Thanksgiving Day… the Canadian version anyway. Our third holiday in America, + probably the most hard-working of the lot. Once again, we worked all day – once Val had coaxed me out of bed after serving me breakfast in it. There’s been a French Canadian called James working here for the past few days – he approached me today + asked if it would be possible to come round for a meal. I said yes, but we’re a little worried about him making a habit of it – we don’t think we want to surrender our new-found privacy so easily. Rob was different, sort of part of the family. In the evening, we got dressed up (as much as we can) + went out for a turkey dinner. The first couple of places we tried were shut, + we nearly resorted to a pretty grotty chain restaurant, but fortunately we chanced upon a restaurant that was much nicer – the Baron’s Table, it was. A sort of buffet, where you could serve yourself, as much as you want. We gorged ourselves silly – salad, meat + veg… twice!… fruit salad. Then we ordered one special coffee, + they gave us another on the house! Broke but stuffed, we struggled home.
I feel a little bad that we were so mean about James; I really do think that we were grieving about Rob, and that it seemed wrong to replace him so quickly.