Today was Thanksgiving in Canada. It’s hard to imagine anyone not liking this New-World-only holiday; we all have lots to give thanks for and dedicating a day to acknowledging it has to be a good thing. Along with the big things, a couple of small thanks-worthy events. First, at the outstandingly-beautiful Queen Elizabeth Park Pitch & Putt, I hit a hole-in-one at the tenth. All of 70 yards, mind you, and completely level, but still. And later on, I undertook management of the turkey and the dressing and the veggies on my own for the first time ever, and they came out not too bad at all. I also got a successful gravy-making lesson from Peter Sharpe. Then there’s the family and the weather and the job and all that other stuff too. Dear Universe: thanks!