Write four lines of prose about: the pilgrim.
It's Thanksgiving long weekend here, which means a visit from Kat's aunt and uncle from Calgary. They arrived around dinner time this evening so we went up to have a visit after we finished eating. It took Max a little while to get used to them, as he hadn't seen them since Christmas, but eventually the Charm Show began.
Oh, and his Uncle Adam was there as well. But he's been here since last Sunday.
Because he lives here now.
I forgot to mention that, didn't I? Well, Kat's brother has a job in OK Falls that began on Monday. This is all very exciting, but will become even more exciting when his house in Dawson Creek sells and his wife and daughter are able to join him here. They'll all be living with Kat's parents until they're able to find a place of their own around here, likely in either Oliver or OK Falls.
We are so looking forward to having Max's only cousin living so much closer. They'll actually be able to grow up together, instead of seeing each other once or twice a year.
So, you know, somebody hurry up and buy their house please.
Oh yeah, heading to the market tomorrow morning for our final outdoor market of the year. They'll be doing two more markets but they're usually so poorly attended, not to mention poorly weathered (... you get what I'm going for there, right?), that they're generally not worth attending.
Thankfully, with Kat's new job providing some much needed steady income over this upcoming winter, we won't have to.
The ship has reached shore at long last! We shall live and grow in this new world, with the memories of our fallen comrades forever near at hand. Far from the tyrants who wished to tell us how to worship and what to believe, we can practice our ways in peace.
And, soon enough, we shall have these savage natives doing the same...