I’ve had a little trouble concentrating on my writing since last night’s storm blew a hole right through my igloo. Once that was patched, I loaded the kids on the sled while our dog team pulled us to the school. We were running late and almost got stopped by the Royal Mounted Canadian Police for speeding. Of course, it was tough getting there in the dark—the sun doesn’t rise until about eleven and then sinks behind the horizon shortly after two.
But I made the most of the three hours of sunlight we had. After dropping off the kids, I strapped on my snow shoes and wandered down to the local ice-fishing hole. I was blessed with a fine catch of fish for dinner. The maple syrup slathered over the fillets was scrumptious!
After dinner we settled in to watch a hockey game on TV, followed by re-runs of Red Green.
Later, hubby and I tucked our kids in bed for the night beneath their bearskin blankets, then sat outside to view the Northern Lights. And I swear one of the constellations looked just like the Queen.
Ahhh…love winter in Canada, eh?