In 2009, I bought myself some snowshoes, and explored the winter field in the back of Mom’s big red brick house on the hill. I created a snowwoman at the front door, and Mom and I got hand-painted mugs for Christmas. We loved those mugs; Mom used hers to share tea with Pia Roma a few days later.
We celebrated the New Year in real Canadian style by barbecuing salmon on the back deck. We rocked. So did the salmon, it was all good. Or at least that’s how it seemed at the time.