It’s been a while since I’ve done a Thursday Travels post. I know. It’s Friday, not Thursday. But I’m off skiing this afternoon and won’t have time to post the photos from that little adventure so you’re stuck with a scheduled post and some travel photos from Nova Scotia today. In my last Thursday Travels post (Ferries and boats and lighthouses, oh my), M and I had just landed in Nova Scotia. We left Caribou, Nova Scotia, and went east on the Sunrise Trail, making our way towards Cape Breton.
I wasn’t going to (live) post today. I had something scheduled to go out without me, but the house is quiet and feeling a little… I was going to write “empty” but that’s not true. M and I and the cats are here. The house isn’t empty at all. It’s just not as full as it was with our sons, daughters-in-law, granddaughters, and their assortment of dogs filling up the place. The echoes are still here, not yet faded into memory.
I got to thinking after posting yesterday that I should have mentioned that the photos I’m picking are not necessarily photos I deem to be some of my best. When I decided to do this, I concluded that the best approach for me would be to choose images that are either my favorites or I just plain like for some reason or another even though they may not make a top ten favorites list.
It is raining this morning as I type out this post. I don’t know for sure what the weather will be like later in the day when this post goes out as scheduled. They say the rain will stop and it will be warm (in the 50s). But for now, it is raining.
The craziness of the holidaze has officially slammed into me today. I’ve been moving along, thinking I had everything scheduled and in order and this was going to be a piece of cake this year.
Just for fun and giggles, M and I went to Cleveland last night. We picked up M the Younger and Merdi on our way up and we all toured A Christmas Story House, had dinner at Sokolowskis, and took the Silver Bells Plus Tour on Lolly the Trolley.
(The Northern Flicker.)
Merry Christmas to those of you out there celebrating it! I’m more of a Solstice gal myself, but any excuse to celebrate the day will do since each day we’re given, it seems to me, is a gift.
Two unusual things happened today. I would be flippant and call them Christmas Miracles but I don’t want to offend anyone so let’s just call them two unusual things.
The first unusual thing was a glimpse of blue sky. It didn’t last long. Maybe a half hour or so. We even had a few moments of sunlight to go with it. It has been cloudy and gray here for a while now, with snow flurries every day. It was nice to see a little blue for a change.
The second unusual thing is that the birds allowed me to photograph them. This occurrence was almost as fleeting as the blue sky. There is a possibility that it might have lasted longer but I was shooting from on my knees and there came a time when my knees decided, “Enough already!”
Most of my shots are not that great but at least you can see the birds well enough to identify them. If, that is, you know how to identify them.
The day has been pretty full. M and I opened gifts shortly after we rolled out of bed, had a delightful and delicious breakfast (that involved some leftover tempeh hash I made for lunch yesterday, recipe courtesy of Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything Vegetarian: Simple Meatless Recipes for Great Food), and then went our separate ways for a little while. He brought in some firewood and I took pictures of birds. Then we got together again to go cross-country skiing out at Quail Hollow State Park.
Quail Hollow is what we’ve been training for the past two days. (lol! I’m not sure anyone who knows what they are doing would call what we’ve been doing training.) It was great fun. For the record, I fell once. I tend to fall backwards and to the right. My right hip is not pleased. But that’s what the disco tub (the whirlpool) is for.
I went for a short walk when we finished skiing, just to take a few photos. I think the walking may be one of the reasons I’m not as sore as I thought I would be from the skiing. Since I haven’t been taking the camera along on my ski trips, I go for a walk when I give up on the skis.
And now I’m off to enjoy some time by the fire and, maybe, a glass of wine. After which I will probably fall into a deep sleep that will last until spring.
I’m kidding, of course. As pleasantly exhausted as I feel, I don’t believe hibernation is in my nature. There is more snow coming tomorrow and I’d miss playing in it if I hibernated.