Wednesday was an awesome day. My friend Wren & children took me with them to Corning to ice skate. Prior to this year, the last time I skated was in grade school. This trip was my fourth time and it was the first time I didn't do a nose dive, belly flop or just crash to my knees (Ouch. the last time I did that number, I smacked my camera lens on the unforgiving ice. The broken camera hurt worse than the bruises on my knees!).
I believe I have reached my former agility level, I wasn't exactly the best on ice even in fifth grade, so from here it's real progress. I've got a long way to go, I can tell by looking; those little kids really rip up the ice! Wren's really good, too, but like she says, being brought up in Michigan is like being born with skates on your feet!
When we got home from skating, Kelvin had Prince out, so he helped hook him up to our new red horse-drawn sled, and I took Wren and her brood for a very cold and windy sled ride. Each of the kids took turns at the reins. It was an awesome experience watching the studied delight each one had for the privilege of driving the horse. When Wren had her turn at the reins, she marvelled at how alive the reins felt. Even though the driver is 10 feet behind the horse, each movement of Prince's mouth and head can be felt through the reins. Somehow, it gives such a heightened awareness it the entire riding/driving experience.
By the time we got back, everyone was thoroughly chilled. We even had a few tears from an anonymous little fellow! I was glad to get back to the house, too. Windchill is the worse kind of cold!
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