The Whole World To Myself

Today I decided to talk Lucy for a long Sunday afternoon walk.

I put on my coat and my hat, put on Lucy's leash and headed out.

After a few minutes of walking up and down my favourite street

I've found so far living here in the ridge of the maples, I soon discovered. . .

I was all alone. Totally alone. Not just on my block, or my street or even my neighbourhood,

I venture to even say I was the only one out in my entire city.

No cars, no people walking their dogs,

no one unloading their cars,

not a soul mowing their lawn.

There was an eerie silence that blanketed the entire neighbourhood, yes, the whole city.

And then it occurred to me that I was taking Lucy for a walk

right in the middle of the Superbowl.

Clearly this new city where we now reside respects the sacredness of this event.

I had no idea.

I started to sing out loud.

I even talked out loud to myself.

I answered a few philosophical questions

and planned some goals for the upcoming week. . . out loud.

A Little Lesson:

As solitude is hard to find these days. . .

Thank you Superbowl for the little time out.

Wrinkles

I started to get him all dressed up to play in our one day of snow.

This was technically the first real "enough snow to play in" day of 2010/11

He giggled with delight for every zipper, every snap and every Velcro push.

After an hour of snow adventures in our big front yard, I opened the door to call them in.

Couldn't do it.

What if it didn't snow again this year?

After two hours I opened the door, walked down the steps, almost yelled out. . .

Nope.

There is just something so spectacular about snow. . . especially for us west-coasters.

Three hours later they all came in on their own. . .half frozen.

A Little Lesson:

I decided today there was a great lesson in Benjamin's shrivelled hands.

I hope I remember it in forty years from now.

When you're having fun, there's no time to stop and worry about the wrinkles.

Sorry Liam

Clara: Mom, today in school my teacher asked us how many students go to church each week?

Mom: Really, how many people answered yes?

Clara: Only three. When I went to the cloak room Toby said to me he doesn't like Jesus.

Mom: Really, he said that?

Clara: Yep, but I told him Jesus died for us! And then Brooklyn my friend said " He died for us so we can go and live in heaven!"

Mom: That's awesome Clara. You're such a great missionary!

Clara: Then I told Toby that before we came to the earth we had to choose between Liam and Jesus, and all of us made the right choice and chose Jesus!

Mom: Liam?

Clara: Ya the bad guy who lived in heaven.

Jordan: Clara, I think you mean Lucifer.

Clara: Ya, Lucifer.

A Little Lesson:

Lucifer, Liam what's the difference, unless of course your name is Liam.

Then let it be said, Liam, you are NOT the bad guy who lived in heaven.

The point of the story, my daughter is taking after her dad in her "say it

how it is" missionary skills and NOT her mom.

Happy Day.