The Man writes...I have spent several frigid hours this weekend at the local ice rink. Yesterday I took the Girl for her weekly lesson, where she practised her backward swizzles, crossovers, and bunny hops.
This evening I returned to watch an ice hockey game involving a work colleague. The speed of the play is very impressive at close quarters. I had joked beforehand of wanting to have a go, but if I had been allowed I think I would have been crushed. Even my friend (#27)'s stick was several inches taller than me.The Girl enjoyed what may fairly be called a "hundred mile sleepover" last night. During the long trip to drop her off I turned in desperation to a local FM channel which has started running non-stop holiday music. However, since in a total of little over an hour's listening I heard "All I want for Christmas is you" three times, I don't think I will be tuning in all the way up to December 25th.
Wenn es kalt genug ist,so gehen wir auf das eiss!
ReplyDeleteSehr gut!