The house next door has a child-sized scarecrow on its front porch, dressed in what appears to be a green velvet jumpsuit with lace trim around the sleeves, pant legs, and collar. This would be disturbing enough on its own, but the scarecrow doesn't have a head. Every time I walk past in the dark I think there's a headless baby standing on my neighbour's steps. It's creeping me out.

It's a bit late, but here are the highlights of my Thanksgiving weekend:

1. Introducing Dee to the ferry.


2. Apple picking!


3. A visit to the Roma settlement near Montague.


4. Thanksgiving dinner with my family


5. A Trivial Pursuit showdown. Alas, there are no pictures, but Liam handily crushed Lynda, Dee, and me.

6. Meeting my cousin's one-month old baby. I'm in love.