I have recently been helping organize a fun outdoor event and I am hoping that it is a huge success. It is somewhat nerve racking to be heavily involved in events like this. You can only hope that people come out and enjoy themselves, and you pray that the weather is favourable. Right now as I stare out my office window I see water dropping off the roof which means the ice at the local outdoor rink is likely melting as well. this does not fair well for a Pond Hockey Tournament and winter carnival in Sussex Corner.
The weekend should be full of fun and lots of outdoor recreation. We are hoping to provide a very family and community type atmosphere with music, games, food, and lots of friends. Come on out and have some fun. We have had some great media coverage and hopefully this will bring the people out.
The pic came from Pearson Photography, thanks Pat
I hope to see you all there.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The ice is dark, almost black. The cold wind blowing across the surface has kept it polished and smooth. Your fingers are aching as you pull the last loop on your skate laces tight. You struggle to pull your gloves back on and prop yourself upright again. You look across the large bare terrain, take a deep chilling breath, and then push off. You get a rush as the sound of your blades tear through the silence and then the ice creaks under the new pressure. You hesitate, now uncertain about the strength of the ice, but then can't resist the urge any longer and power your body to full speed. You turn and skate backwards and notice the powerful pattern of white arches on the dark ice, and a smile creeps across your face as your eyes water against the cold air. It feels like you are much faster today than what you might have been the other day at the local arena. Even though you realize that the wind whipping through your toque is creating this deception you swear its true and stride even harder until you feel like you are flying. Your lungs are now screaming at the cold air that you continually suck in and finally you make a sudden stop. Your blades catch true and shave a long white brush stroke from the pond's frozen surface sending a white mist which catches a breeze and blows back in your face. You wipe away the moisture and sweat and head back to your boots to pick up your stick and puck.
This is a Canadian postcard, one that will last as long as there is a frozen pond in January to play on. I love skating outdoors. Whether on a lake, pond, river, puddle, or a flooded outdoor rink there is nothing that compares to living the way they did in the "ole days" It is rewarding to be able to "simply" enjoy things the way they were when originally they came to be. Hope you are all enjoying your winter months. Dress warm wear a smile.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Well life for me is always going at a face pace. This is especially true over the Christmas holidays. I wouldn't have it any other way though. I work best when I know I am actually working...or play best when I am on the go :)
I love to play as hard as I work, and I love when my work feels like play...which lucky for me seems to often be the case lately. This allows me to do more and be more...I think anyways. If you take the time to build a snow fort or a pillow fort with your kids, you are being a good dad while playing. If you spend a few extra hours at work planning a community event or a way which your company can give back to the community you are being a good worker while also improving yourself. It sure makes those extra hours worth it. A friend of mine once told me "you can't be good at something unless you are having fun doing it." I truly agree with that statement and that is why I am no good at accounting.
Enjoy the pics.