Monday Morning
What a weekend that was!
Ending with a surprising Super Bowl intercept and subsequent win by the Saints, although relished by many, was somewhat of a let-down for me.
Not an ardent total season football fan, I do enjoy the final game, especially that of the NFL which I find to be more exciting than the CFL.
Growing up in a family with two brothers, one of whom played football well enough to be offered a college scholarship, I did acquire a love of the game.
I sat in the stands with thermos in hand at high school, university and later pro games, thoroughly engaged in the process with all of the other fans.
Those were the days of ‘real’ turf outdoor football fields, where bundling up for the cold with ‘spiked’ hot chocolate was the only way to spectate!
Saturday hiking with others in -20C windchill preceded. The lakeshore with lapping waves against ice-encapsulated rocks provided a beautiful setting for most of the sunny day.
Ending at a Yacht Club where steaming chili awaited us was a great way to finish the hike and satiate our appetites.
As I had a dinner engagement that same evening, I needed to immerse my muscles in ‘dead sea salts’ afterward, and rest to prepare for a wonderful visit with a friend which necessarily meant a late night. Well worth the effort!
The next morning was a difficult one to negotiate, as I needed to motivate myself to face the cold again. I had prearranged plans with another dear friend Sunday afternoon.
Then the ‘game’, and here I am on Monday morning, gearing up to face another week of arctic cold minus the snow!
A very long winter this is becoming, and according to our groundhog who saw his shadow last week, we have to endure at least another six weeks of the same. I am very glad there is only one Monday morning each week …
