A follow-up from yesterday’s post regarding the skiing trip being cancelled – no one from the Northern-Town family was *going* skiing. The permission slip had to be back to school before we were officially registered in January.
The 10 year old truant-wannbe thought she had hit the jackpot. There was a full day of activities planned that involved staying in PJs and reading; perhaps baking. Definitely eating the results of someone’s kitchen efforts.
The phrase that greeted me at the after-school pick-up? “You know it doesn’t seem that cold. I hope they reschedule the ski trip.” Upon further questioning, it wasn’t because she might be able to go – no, it was to try and fulfill the dream that had been so cruelly crushed.
Did you know that 2nd term of Grade 5 is the official start of recorder lessons? Neither did I. The recorder is an instrument of torture and the song “Hot Cross Buns” lodges itself into the base of your skull and explodes out of your eyeballs.
Music practice came to an abrupt end and a cooking session commenced. We made the world’s easiest one dish chocolate cake and it’s baking in the oven now. It would be a peaceful evening however NHL hockey is back and I swear that announcer’s voice is an instrument of torture….