The best part of my day was picking up a tray of goodness from the Guedes household and bringing it to share with Ken and Ashlée. We decorated cookies. Ashlée did the top row, Ken the second and then mine
After a delicious nosh Ken wanted to take a nap and Ash suggested we go walk the Mistletoe Trail in the Community Forest. Unfortunately just as we neared my car in the parking lot of her building I slipped and protected my knees but did like a disco split. Ash had to help me stand up and my right hip which already suffers from my fall down the stairs in 2015 is aching. It was not going to stop me though. The weather is perfect and I am in good company. We had an amazing adventure in Newfoundland in 2014 on Boxing Day which was reminiscent of today.
After falling I really wasn’t sure I wanted to go on a long unstable walk but I am sooooooo grateful I did. I had seen pictures and knew of it but never really understood how great it was. Whatever the number of people who come together to decorate and maintain a long stretch of the community forest trail, I am grateful to every one of them. There were handmade, vintage, store bought, sparkly, reflective and so many more. The weather had wreaked havoc so there were broken trees and hidden in the snow bits but it just added to the treasure hunt. So incredible. Ran into three couples we knew and all but two groups/singles we passed said hello, happy holidays, etc. It was painful for me as my hip really started to ache but I was able to push it aside and enjoy the winter wonderland. An hour of rest air and sunshine as good for the soul.
Thank you to Cranbrook for doing winter so well, including the dual skating rinks at Baker Park
I came home and made hot chocolate with the leftover chocolate from making the reindeer and a shot of Crème de Menthe. Heated up a rice bag in the microwave and tried to curl up on the couch. I have been drinking and watching ‘a million little things’ and just tuning out. We shall see how I move in the morning.
Some people have Druncle. I have stoned Auntie who lives in the states. I love her to death and tonight was very interesting as she mentioned the early days of my life when she hated that my kid (half) brother always came first, even before me getting fed. I wonder about those pieces of the puzzle that might explain my feeling like I don’t deserve o eat until all work is done. We commiserated over being women in a male centric family. I hope to get to see her again soon.
triumphgal 