So while some may be hating this cold weather, it’s perfect for our rink. In fact, in the four or so years that we’ve erected the rink every winter, this, I think, is the best ice we’ve had. Thou it may be the shortest season.
And it’s a good thing. I said to David just the other day, “Look, I know you love this, I know the kids love it, but I think this should be the last year for the rink. It will freeze, then melt, freeze, then melt, and quite frankly, it’s a bit of a spectacle.
Nonsense, he says, the kids love it, and besides, you already lost all those trees you loved to make room for it.
Yes, indeed I did.
The other night I was doing some work on the computer while the boys were suppose to be getting ready for bed. I saw Colin sneaking out the door being every so sly. I had no idea what he was doing, but whatever it was, he didn’t require my help, so I didn’t pay much attention.
After a few minutes of silence I started to hear a quiet “bang”. Then another, then another.
There they were, on the rink. They snuck out to play hockey. I can certainly imagine sneaking out for worse things. Hell, I did that myself.
I let them play until 10pm. I mean, we won’t have the ice all that long. And the only thing I got upset about was Evan breaking one of the two rules we have for the ice; the one is no checking, the other is never without a helmet. He said, “But mom, I can’t fit the helmet over my hat, and my ears are freezing.”
Yeah, look closely, there’s his hat, to the right of him, on the ice.