Name the estate
Might be the day for bargains, but I remained indifferent. No crawling the mall or even consultng the online deals. Part of it comes from a realization that delivery might be rapid; I prefer to BE there when the courier rolls in and parks.
Instead, I left the others (two plus a dog) to stroll up the hill while I taxied (the car) from point A to B. Worked out well. It’s fun to revisit familiar places.
The outside temperature stayed down around -16C for the evening. Had to go out regularly to rewarm the seats for his furriness. The conversation was rather one-sided, as an understatement.
Inside, more opportunity to catch up on the lives of the nephews et al. Three little people also kept things moving from one moment to another.
In the world, hockey. Junior worlds. The death of Johnny Bower. Not much else. My kids are back home, given their lives that now evolve with a schedule different from my own, plus the chance of inclement weather. We had received a solid 15 cm of snow last night, and the squall warnings continue.
Over the last two evenings, I’ve read through one of those fancy local histories willed with wonderful photography (John de Visser). I hadn’t learned much of the settlement history of this area, first time around, so I was an avid student. A lot of old money, brought in by old soldiers, in a period when naming your home seemed important. I’ve not considered that option for my own house; perhaps in the new year I can wax creative.
