The end of winter at least seems to be nigh, but since one can never know what March will bring, it’s best not to cheer too loudly yet. (Actually, I wouldn’t mind real winter for another couple of weeks, it’s the yoyo I hate. Pick one, Winter. You can’t have it both ways.) The one noticeable difference now is the light – it is no longer dark outside when I leave work (had a bit of a shock Friday). Yay!
But today we will take a short look back at the Winter That Was, because it is, after all, Ronja’s favourite season.
If you recall, Husband built a skating rink (Wayne Gretzky did not come, so screw you, W.P. Kinsella). It got a good couple of weeks of heavy use from our and all the neighbours’ kids. And that first day, on perfect ice? Looked like this:
Let’s take another look at the romance of skating:
But this story was about Ronja, right? She is a fun, friendly dog who loves sports. Unfortunately, what this means, is being (unfairly! cruelly! diabolically!) locked up while the kids get to play some actual hockey (or football in the summer). Her face looks like this:
She hogs the puck, what can I say. But never fear, she gets her exercise! She spends a half hour doing this:
And at the end, she gets a lot of love and pile-ons and chasing things that are not hockey pucks once the game is over.
Well, to Ronja’s great joy, we have now had about two weeks of plus weather, and the skating rink resembles… a giant puddle right now. One last look at the before:
And a peek at the now (the future is not worth looking into):
Husband has already said he will not be putting in any efforts into salvaging anything. The water bill will be quite high as is. We had some good times this year, thank you, skating rink. Ronja sure is glad you’re soon to be gone.
To close off, here’s an ultra-classic 80s Latvian rock song called ‘The Skating Rink’. If nothing else, it will pick your mood right up.