She arrived with Paul around 5 on Saturday and we sat down to a piping hot pan of homemade meatloaf, mashed potatoes and, um, caesar salad. Okay, okay, the caesar salad didn't exactly go but I didn't hear any complaints. Except from Cameron...but that's typical.
After supper, we cleaned up and played Mouse Trap. Then Nolan won a rousing game of Go Fish. He's getting so good at his numbers.
This morning we were up bright and early and on the road to Omemee for the kids' weekly meetup at the curling rink. There are enough kids now to provide non-stop action on two sheets. Future Olympians there, I'm sure. Once home, we had some lunch whilst playing another game of Mouse Trap and then out we went to breathe in some of that fresh country air.
Paths had been cleared through the bulrushes and swamp grass so today, the boys laced up their skates and glided (I use the word loosely) through the icy trails.
Nolan's helmet needs a little workNext, we hiked back to the winter fort for a look around and finally we followed a little trail to the south where we found some hawthorns and downed fences. Great for climbing. Well, the fences are, anyway.
As I drove Elaine home, she mentioned that it was a very different weekend.
"Good different or bad different?" I asked her.
"Definitely good," she replied. She'll sleep well tonight.
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It's supposed to snow tomorrow.
A whopping 5cm.
Where's that crippling 50cm of snow I've been praying for?
Pennsylvania
SNOW
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If you like snow you should have been where I was In March,1939. We were on our way down to Ontario by train and we were held up at White River,Ont. for nine hours by the snow.I was nine years old and I remember seeing the houses buried under the white stuff. All we could see of some houses were the chimneys and parts of some roofs.
This was the biggest snowfall on record for Ontario.
P.S. It was cold too. We saw one Snowman trying to get into a house to get warm.
Ha.Ha.
Love Daddy.
Snowman wouldn't be breaking into our house. Furnace isn't working. Again. Awfully glad for the fireplace and wool blankets.
May have to move back in with you Dad.
Wait a minute, is Cammy 'chummy' with Elaine?
If so, I'm jealous.
Apparently, the fun is neverending.
When are you going to post something, Chicka?
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