Looking at the lake
It may be quiet outside but I can still find other places that have winter weather. For example Toronto is doing back-to-back storms. And Ottawa. And Montreal. And even us if I can trust what the weather forecast had to say. I am not truly worried. We have had our ice on the roads. We have had our snow on the lane. In fact as I listened to the world around me I can hear young people sliding on the hill outside. Yes I have a hill even though I have never gone down it on a double runner sled. I do not own one. Nor a toboggan. In fact this hill serves only to keep the sea away. I cannot tell you how other people handle such things. In the town where I went to high school our street was a hill but it was not suitable for sliding. Instead we had some very good slopes not far away. I could even walk there with a toboggan back when I had one. I think that it has all been replaced with shopping malls because a town needs its places to shop more than it needs hills slide. The people in that area take great pride in their proximity to true ski hills. Another oddity is that I knew no one in high school that actually skied. There was that one girl from Germany or Austria but I think that she was an outlier. There only because of her family. She knew how to ski well enough to make a living at it. The rest of us were just flatlanders who could find our way down to the lake even in the dead of winter secure in the safety of a thick layer of ice. Oddly I ended up watching a documentary last evening about the good old days in that area. Ships that were used to hunt for submarines. If only we had known we would have asked much better questions of the older people in the area.
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