Deary Diary,
It’s been awhile my friend, and I have no excuse other than
life’s just whizzing by! Since our
hockey trip to Montreal we have also had a family hockey trip to Gander and
most recently Prince Edward Island for myself and Drew. PEI was a great little adventure as it was
just me and the little man; I have to
say that I really enjoyed having some one-on-one time with the little guy. It was long overdue.
Most trips to the rink involve me lugging along a convoy of
kids, but this trip, I was able to sit back and watch him play the game. None of the, “Mom, can I get a slushy”,
“Have you got a toonie”, “Is this over yet?”; just me and the bench cheering
on my little man. We had a great time
together…we survived the driving, got water-logged in the pools, did some
shopping and even survived our flight being cancelled on the way home. Travelling is always an adventure.
Now home, it’s not hard to want to leave again. Snow, followed by wet flurries, high winds and
freezing temperatures continue to make me question the sanity that is required
to live here. It’s said “Newfoundlanders
are a tough bunch”, while this is true, even we have our breaking point.
As per every Spring, we have the moose yearlings toddling
through the city, massive pot-holes that swallow your car, and now, the extra
icing on the chilly cake, coyotes! These
little darlings have been making their way into the city, perusing the downtown
shopping and scouting out the local schools.
I have yet to come across one myself and quite frankly hope I
don’t. As the children play street
hockey and ride their bikes, the parental conversation of “don’t talk to
strangers”, “stay away from the wandering moose”, has now the added perk of,
“if you see a Coyote, get home!”
It’s great to see them outside again; their faces smiling
with sun-kissed cheeks (as opposed to wind burn) Their sweaty little heads from bike helmets,
scraped knees, polysporin and bandaids like tattoos on their legs and elbows.
Indeed Spring is in the air. I’ve even
seen the start of my hostas making their way through the soil and little buds
on the tree branches. Guess Mother
Nature forgot to tell them she made a wrong turn off the coast and it’s still
winter here! Tank tops, shorts and
flip-flops one day, winter coats and hats the next….awesome.
We’re not asking for much, just something other than
this. Plus ten or twelve? Come on old girl,
toss us a bone! We may be a tough bunch, but, even we need to feel the warmth of
the sun on our skin!
