On Saturday the snows came once again. Poor Jake had planned a date with friends James and Calvin, and while James’ parents have changed their cell numbers so frequently that he doesn’t even know what we should dial to get in touch with him, Calvin seemed like a good bet. At least on Friday.
So Sunday after church we called Calvin to confirm, and he told us that there was still snow on the ground so he couldn’t come over. Jake assured him that we’d be doing the driving, but Calvin checked with Mom and still he couldn’t play.
Poor Jake. Sad and bummed out. Stood up on a Sunday afternoon. A Sunday afternoon when Hayley’s Girl Scout sign language event was also cancelled. A Sunday afternoon when we could just sit at home and watch more TV. A Sunday afternoon when the Dover Skating Center was O-P-E-N.
Yes, that’s skating, as in roller, not ice, skating. Complete with the hokey pokey on skates and the chicken dance on skates and the funny “red light green light” game where the DJ tricks everybody into breaking from their freeze position by saying “Green light glow” instead of “go.” Yup. That kind of skating.
What I loved about our skating outing was that we were all just so glad to get out of the house, that there wasn’t much to be glum about. And that nice little change of scenery put me in a “just say yes” parenting mood. Hayley needs quarters for the dopey fake jewelry machines? OK! Jake wants to play on the video game machines. Sure! Nachos all around? You got it!
The only thing I said “no” to was holding Craig’s hand during the couples skate. Not because I don’t love him, but because I’m not sure that Kent General Hospital has his & hers rooms for 40-year-olds who don’t know their limitations on wheels.