Rink Rites

The skates were a huge hit. The skating itself, a bit of a bust. We inched out onto the ice, a parent on either side. The three of us shuffled forward for about forty-five seconds before Charlie was ready to call it quits. "It's too slippery," he proclaimed, as if he were just a little bit disappointed in us for our lack of judgement. He wore his skates in the stroller home, though, and asked for a book about skating the minute we walked through the door.

So perhaps next week, or perhaps next year. It's lovely to live without expectation, when we can manage it. We test the waters--frozen as they might be--together.