Sunday 10 October
We'd been exploring Island Bob's old barn earlier that day, so he and Renée came over in the afternoon, and Michael took us all out in the boat for a cocktail cruise on the lake. We laughed, we basked, we drank champagne or beer according to taste. It was just that kind of day.
Happy and slightly pixilated, we came back to the house and made roasted butternut squash stuffed with herbs, mushrooms and potato. Dessert, as best I recall, was scotch or applejack. Things got hazy after that.
And the next day was Canadian Thanksgiving, which we had to spend going back to Brock or Cincinnati, respectively.
(interval of extreme suckage follows)
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