We drove out to the country on Monday. It was cold. The thermometer read -30C when we left after lunch. The front windshield refused to defrost all the way, leaving me to slouch the whole way there; and because the heat was necessary on the window, my feet grew progressively colder.
The trip was sped along by the lovely addition of a Librivox recording of White Fang. NotsoLittlePage1 had just finished reading The Call of the Wild and was gung-ho for the next book. My, but what a riveting tale! Perhaps it was made even more real by the fact that we too were racing across a cold, frozen landscape.
We had a lovely visit at the McI’s. Great conversation, a little bit of time outdoors for the children who got up a roaring game of Fox and Geese, and a lovely cup of blueberry tea with banana bread to end a charming afternoon.
Then, being the taskmaster I am, we delayed our supper and stopped at the library and then the Post Office. It was very quiet in the library and we caught all the staff munching away on their dinners, but as always they were welcoming and friendly. The post office was not so welcoming. The young clerk seemed inconvenienced by her customers and in addition was apparently out of stock of necessary postal items, such as stamps! If she didn’t roll her eyeballs physically, they certainly seemed to swing back metaphorically, but my packages where finally sent off.
I am looking forward to the credit I will receive for my socks. (MrPages bought me some lovely socks from Sock Dreams, but they weren’t quite right.) And I hope that the letters to our Compassion kids won’t take six months to arrive because we finally got the Christmas cards all written up. (This is the reason that all of you don’t receive cards from us. Seriously. The last time I wrote out cards, I forgot to mail them and discovered them the following summer.)
And finally home to a late supper, a read aloud time with Rifles for Watie and early to bed.
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