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Today is off to a good start. I’m hoping to maintain the positive momentum through the day. I really like waking up happy, but going to bed still happy is even better.
Last night I hit the Carleton with some crafty ladies and a couple crafty men for some quality time knitting, gabbing, and drinking beer. It was nice to catch up with John and Alex as I haven’t seen either of them in awhile since cooler temperatures ended the 2008 Brew and Q season — hopefully we’ll be able to sort something out in terms of a group family meal and get everyone together soon. I worked on my mother’s Christmas present and was happy and relieved to hear folks commenting on great colour choice. I’m not terribly good at selecting colours for stuff, and was worried it might be too drab.
This morning I woke too early with a scratchy throat and a coughing child, but managed to get back to sleep. The boys are still adapting to the time change, but are happy to play until it’s time for everyone to get up. I was amused by how eager they both were to cooperate in preparing their breakfast. Then I made myself a fine cup of home roasted coffee (and I may make another before lunchtime) and some toast, and grabbed a couple minutes to check the weather and news before getting the boys’ lunches ready for school. Yay, fog! Weather that reminds me of home — we don’t get nearly enough of it here in Eastern Ontario. 
As a child, I spent a good number of years involved in figure skating and can recall in painstaking detail the pinched sore feeling of my numb and frozen feet after their release from their white leather prisons. Being a gal with wide feet, figure skates were never my friend but they were a sad requirement of being involved in the sport. I was envious of the boys in their roomy pick-free hockey skates at “free skate” at the rink. I harboured visions of owning my own spiffy pair of black skates and skating like the wind, even on bumpy pond surfaces that were the bane of my figure skating existence.
My last pair of figure skates were used approximately 6 times in 7 or 8 years. I’d given up skating for good, other than the odd recreational foray onto a pond or the canal. We moved out to the countryside and they were stored in a shed where they remained for almost two years in pristine condition–unmolested until a hungry squirrel made a mid-January meal of them, devouring 1/3 of the right skate. That was back in 2001. I never bothered to replace them.
