Day 169.....ripping back the crochet.

Day 169.....ripping back the crochet.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases

Sitting in Tim Hortons this morning, I have just changed seats because I was being blasted by -39 air every time the door opens. FLIP. It isn't supposed to get above feeling like -31 today whilst the actual temp is -25. Poor Olafs hat had blown off in the wind and someone had plonked it on top of the water hydrant. I snapped a couple of shots of said hatless snowman and hatted fire-hydrant from inside because I had no desire to step outside before I needed to.and I didn't have time to stop to give him it back so I hope he will survive till we get home.

If I could go back to Tuesdays blog about icicle deaths, I was watching an episode of Greys Anatomy yesterday in which Christina gets impailed in the chest by a big muckle icicle. Surely they researched whether or not it really happens? There were icicles down in the subway station this morning Brr.

We may be looking at frozen waterfalls when we go to Niagara on Thursday. I promise pictures to compare to the sunny rainbow ones of Sept..
I have 5 layers on in here and my top half feels okay. Bottom half is cold with only 2 layers on. What a wonderful reality to be experiencing.
We all braved the cold yesterday and went to the bank to pay in Ali's paycheck. The girls then went to the library and I nipped into Shoppers for milk. I always feel sorry for their staff (like the staff here) because they get blasted with cold air despite the double doors. They have a wee heater but you must need to have a positive attitude to work there otherwise you'd get quite depressed, I think.
The afternoon saw me doing my usual Laundry and I demolished the rest of the leftover chicken-balls with Jen. Another yum.
I then spent time ripping back the crochet portion of Jens birthday-blanket. It was not working for her and so I am now hoping to knit the remaining 6 balls before Thursday. Fingers crossed.
Ali went out for dinner with one of her school-pals and came home frozen. She soon warmed up, under a thick blanket as we watched 'the movie house at the end of the road' which was a thriller horror and a wee bit nerve-wracking at bits. I am pleased to report that I 'called-it' at the very start but then doubted my deduction as we progressed through a well-scripted movie.
Heading to bed early-ish 'cause my eyes were tired, I found it difficult to get to sleep again. Maybe I am excited for Jens impending 21st?
Well, Happy Sunday Folks.
Hope this coming week is a great one.
Much Love, Lxx