Just last week I was thankful that despite the cold, blustery days, color was still in abundance everywhere outside. Yet the ominous presence of old man winter, could be felt in the chill of the air.
We had a relaxing and enjoyable Thanksgiving spent with family at our house.
Afterwards, Rick worked. The boys played hockey. And I succumbed to bed on and off for a few days, caving to the mind-numbing fatigue, heightened perhaps, by infusion last week. Tykerb is tricky- and I pray its even trickier on cancer, and all it takes from me in exchange.
We'll check tumor markers in two weeks and see if they've fluctuated at all, giving us an idea of what, if anything, we should do next.
This one is a constant companion.
Both Crosby and Colton indulged me in watching this…
It was late yesterday when the flakes began to fall.
We awoke to a light blanket of white fluff. It still amazes me every year, after all these years, that a whole winter season can arrive just overnight. The temperatures are set to steadily decline to "well below the doughnut," or below zero, by the end of the week. Plus several more inches of snow are set to fall steadily over the next few days.
Baby, its cold outside!
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. ~John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"
Have you heard this yet? Love it. We have to unbury the entrance to the closet downstairs before I can get to the Christmas decorations, but I am even more ready after hearing this...
We didn't think this little guy would get to play in goal in Grand Forks yesterday, so we sent him with a teammate to the game.
It was shortly after the game that we got the text. Not only did the little guy get asked to play half way through the game- but they were losing 3-1. That's a tall order to fill!
But not only did his team manage to bury 4 goals in the other team's net, but Colton managed to save every shot the other team attempted to snipe past him.
Colton's team won 5-3! And Colton got the "worked like a dog," bone, to bring home.
The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
~John Updike, "January," A Child’s Calendar, 1965