Every winter, our community holds a party in the park called the Winter Classic. They did it again this year, and we attended it again this year, just like last year, and the year before. But it was cold. So cold, it froze the clouds clean out of the sky. See?
Leave it to Canadians to host a party in -18 degree weather.
Since K was battling the flu and had a rather nasty fever, he stayed home, so it was just B and her friend C and I. Of course, when you party at the park with the whole neighbourhood, you are bound to run into a few other kids you know. Even if it is -18 degrees and all the sensible people are staying home. (We are, apparently, not sensible.)
The first thing we did was pet Winston. Winston is a 14 year old Clydesdale. After we pet him, we sat on him.
He is ever so patient. He is ever so tall, too. Seriously. Clydesdales are huge. See?
If you are observant, you may have noticed that Winston and his partner (whose name escapes me at the moment) are hitched to a wagon. After petting Winston and then sitting on Winston, the obvious thing to do was ride around our neighbourhood being pulled by Winston and his partner.
So we did.
It was fun. But don’t take my word for it.
Do keep in mind it was -18 out. Smiles like those don’t come out in -18 degree weather unless it is really fun. Afterwards, we warmed up by the fire with hot chocolate, and then we watched the hockey game. It’s a great rivalry between our community association and one of our neighbouring communities. The teams are a little odd, made up of kids as young as 5 and as old as 50, but everyone has fun.
Especially the goalie.