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 And after our post walk defrosting yesterday we went ice-skating: an infrequent event. Rented skates never fit: we are clumsy and make jokes: are proud of ourselves for venturing to fail.
 And after we take Ben to the first aid room (an off rink tumble: suspected stress fracture to the right radius) it's time to go home, where there's picture of Ben on Facebook. His arm is in plaster, and he's smiling.
 And this morning the warm bed is reluctantly quit. Fill the flask with coffee, fresh brewed. Admire the monochrome of snow on hills. We know the training hall floor will be cold. Shiver in the queue: everyone is cold together. Not everyone has this though: a gifted handmade box of handcrafted chocolates. That's the picture I share to Facebook, today: you can't see me in it: you can guess I'm smiling.
 All the thoughtful shares add up. I'm always smiling.




Comments

Suze said…
I think I picture you, Lils, either smiling or with a look of great concentration on your beautiful face -- depending on the task.

Just had a bite of chocolate with almond. It was not, however, handcrafted with deep affection. Enjoy yours thoroughly and all the very best to Ben.
20 January 2013 at 21:39
Shaharizan Perez said…
Sounds like you had a wonderful day until the happy little accident occurred. Great post and I hope Ben gets well soon!
20 January 2013 at 23:23
Teresa Cypher said…
Homemade chocolates and fractures! What a day. Your view is beautiful. Have you given this home a name yet? Something that evokes feelings as much as it does images? Good for you--ice skating! I've ventured out on cross country skis a couple of times, but then the snow melted. It is cold though. Bitter cold. How have you been??
21 January 2013 at 05:17
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Suze- the chocolates were amazing! Wanted to eat them in the car but they were too lovely: had to get home and approach with some ceremony :-)

Shaharizan: What a poetic name you have :-) It was a lovely day- Ben's recovery will be speeded by all these good wishes!

Teresa- Lots of ice on the roads today- did some unexpected skating manoeuvres whilst walking Dog! We have stuck with calling our home Number 3: Mr has even made a wooden house sign, with a picture of a champagne bottle & glass, representing our homemade hedgerow sparkling wine. I have been busy writing... one book of Tae Kwon-Do stories, at the final edit stage, and one novel, creeping out... Have also upped the Tae Kwon-Do teaching hours: in short, all busy but all fun stuff :-)
21 January 2013 at 09:30
Shaharizan Perez said…
@ Lily- Thanks for the compliment on my name. My mother acquired it from 1001 Arabian Nights. The princess that told the story was named Scheherazade. Mom changed some letters around and tada! :) I had a very difficult time learning to spell my name in kindergarden. :D
21 January 2013 at 15:07
Lisa Southard said…
Lol: it's not a beginner level name is it? But worth the struggle and hasn't put you off writing :-)
21 January 2013 at 23:25
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