It's cold outside...

I am sitting in the living room looking out the window at the fluffy snow blowing all over the place and it is something like -20 degrees outside which reminds me of last Sunday when we went skating for the first time in years at Mel Lastman Square, ten minutes down the street from us.

It's a funny thing, ice skating... Let's wait til the pond in the backyard freezes over, strap some blades onto the bottom of our shoes, go skate around in circles for a couple of hours then go home and have some hot chocolate. How very Canadian.

What I loved most was all these little foreign kids on the ice. Indian kids, Chinese kids, Persian kids in full skating gear with their parents, who, having grown up in much milder climates never skated before themselves, laced up their skates and watched from the edges of the rink. Little wee hockey skates on a little wee Chinese boy with rosy pink cheeks. Makes me feel just a little bit better about this whole -20 business.