|The morning blues|
What better way to spend Christmas day than sledding! But why does sledding seem to be reserved for children? It’s impossible to find an adult sized sled here, but I have my little coaster, which reminds me of my childhood. As a kid I had a metal coaster that was so rusty it left brown skid marks in the snow. This one is plastic and barely big enough to cover my butt. It spins out of control when I go too fast and I can feel every bump beneath it. Angela’s sled is a bit more sophisticated. It’s long and stays on track better and can even be steered to some extent.
|Sled meets avalanche wall|
|Dinner for two|
Later Klara comes over for dinner. I really need to finish up the fish in the freezer, still left over from my fishing tip two summers ago.