Waffling on....

Our family had a relatively active weekend. Usually our weekend consists of buying groceries (dividing our purchasing power between a health food store, a fruit and veg store, and a supermarket), going to the library, and having a wood fire in the downstairs family room in the evenings. Maybe a movie on DVD too.

However, Saturday we went ten pin bowling. It was a belated office Christmas party for R's work, and we spent a couple of hours there, bowling and eating! Not for the first time, the non-vegans in the crowd looked enviously at our vegan option, a herby, vegetable-y pasta dish, while they clogged their arteries with nachos (the tortilla chips were deep fried in animal fat - I checked - and were covered in cheese) and chicken drumsticks.


While I was bowling, I was hoping I wasn't going to hurt my fingers! After all, a knitter has to take care of her hands. In the photo above, you might be able to see a red area on my left hand, near the join between thumb and fingers. That's from burning myself while filling a hot water bottle the other night. The bowling did create a little abrasion on my right thumb, as the bowling balls were the kind with the three holes in them, but the main side effect was a sore muscle in my shoulder the next morning.


On Sunday, we went to the local swimming pool. I swam 30 lengths and R and I enjoyed the steam room and the hot tub while the two kids played - the oldest was still in bed and has expressed a dislike of water (maybe that's why he won't get in the bath!) so we didn't even bother waking him up to ask him if he wanted to come with us.


On the drive home from the pool, the sky was clear and the sun was disappearing behind the mountains. The colours were beautiful, golds and pinks, and the moon was high, almost full. A clear night made for a cold one. When I woke up this morning, I looked at the little weather station next to R's side of the bed (it is wirelessly connected to an outside sensor) and it was minus 9 Celsius outside (that's about minus 25 F). The photos I have interspersed throughout are of our windows which grew icy patterns on them overnight. We turn our thermostat down to 12 degrees at night (54 F) but by our bed, on the floor, in a corner with two outside walls, it was 7 degrees (45 F)!!! I am thankful for all the quilts we have piled on our bed.