The weekend was, as usual, far too short but knowing we have a four-day week to scrabble through to the Christmas holidays none of us are too troubled.
I woke after 8am, padded downstairs and put the kettle on. Minutes later I was snuggled in J’s bed as both of us indulged our love of bed tea and a good book while K snoozed on and T & S watched ‘Dora’ below. Over the next hour we kept wordless company in bookish bliss, occasionally breaking the silence to share a ‘too-good-to-keep-to-oneself’ line from Atticus Claw or a tenth century Persian quatrain.
“Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
― Omar Khayyám, The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám
As regular visitors here already know, our Saturdays or Sundays inevitably begin with that stalwart of weekend feelgoodness – the pancake breakfast. A weekend without K’s American pancakes just seems a trifle bleak, a missed opportunity for cheer and celebration.
Constant coverage of an impending snowstorm – with predictions of anything from 5-15cm of snow – meant Saturday was spent in a state of suspended excitement as we waited for it to hit. But we couldn’t sit around watching the skies all day so, with breakfast digested, we braved the burgeoning blizzard to run a few errands and take advantage of the incredible deals in the supermarket.
Back home with shopping unpacked and put away (this always gives me an intense squirrel-like contentment, as though the Canadian winter could lay siege to us for as long as it liked and we would barely notice its privations) K and I chopped, julienned and sliced our way to a delicious Chinese stir-fry. Dinnertable discussion centred around the merits of vegetables and a variety of colours on your plate. T was proud he could count water-chestnuts, beansprouts and pak choi as part of his arsenal in claiming the title of ‘tallest in the class’ at school. Not bad for a kid to whom a love of fruit and veg didn’t come easily. Clean plates all round!
I spent the evening agonising over which photos to include in an interview I’m giving for a photography series over on Displaced Nation (will post a link when it’s up) – how to chose just six from sixty thousand! So many favorites had to be discarded…
Following the theme of the previous evening, Sunday found us embracing the philosophy further, becoming vegetables ourselves to photosynthesize a marathon of ‘Home Alone’ (I think Kevin McCallister might just be T’s new hero – “That boy is soooooo smart!”). Unfortunately this vegetative state unwisely persisted well beyond the kids bath and bedtime for K and I, and into the early hours thanks to back-to-back episodes of Paranormal Activity that had us checking behind doors on our way to bed at 2.30am.
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What is it about getting spooked that makes you giggle?
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