After hearing so much about all the ice storms elsewhere, we decided to relate in the only way we can down here: we went ice skating. Yes indeed, there are rinks in central Florida. Not as many as in metro Detroit, but there are a couple. Tonight, I took Bethany to a “skating party” with the homeschool group we’ve just joined.
We had a good time, and in a warm sweater on the cold ice I felt like I could have been in Michigan (there was even a kid in a Wings sweater). Until it was time to leave, that is. There’s just something really, really weird about walking out of a skating rink into the mid-70s, having to take off the sweater, wishing I were in shorts. Bizarre.