Here Comes The Sun

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 It's a 7:58, a surprisingly bright sunny morning here on the lake.  I had forgotten that there are sunny mornings here on the lake during the winter.  It certainly picks up one's mood.  A single fisherman is sitting out on the lake on a once again, cold morning of 22º.  What melted during yesterday's 50º day has refrozen this morning.  I wonder how good the lake's surface snow will be for cross country skiing, probably crunchy if not wet. 

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Yesterday we took it easy as my sister and her family left around 10:00, leaving us to an empty and quiet house.  And after our big breakfast, we really did not have anything we had to do the rest of the day.  And, fortunately, it was a nasty day outside, as the snow melted and it rained much of the afternoon, discouraging any reason to get outside and walk or ski.  We picked up a few things, cleaned up the breakfast dishes and that was it.  The rest of the day, the afternoon, we spent watching quite a bit of the Winter Olympics which we had saved from the previous day as well as it live on Sunday.  The most fun to watch was the cross-country ski race where the winnner fell in the first minute, fell way behind, but ended up catching the leaders and winning, an amazing performance by a Norwegian.  I am still reading my first John Lescroat Dismal Hardy book, DEAD IRISH.  So far so good.  I forgot to mention we watched some of the retooled Cavaliers and one of their starters was a young Turkish player, Cide Osman, a twenty-two-year-old with a bright future ahead of him according to the pundits.  He played for Fenerbache in Turkey, my team Besiktas's bitter rival.

Dinner was at 6:30, leftover chicken and rice from Saturday night's dinner.  We decided to tape the Olympics at 7:00, watch it later and skip through the commercials.  So we watched the latest Real Time with Bill Maher before returning to the Olympics.  It was fun to see the 17 year old kid from Colorado win the first medal for the United States in the snowboarding event.  He seemed so relaxed, unself-conscious, able to just go out and do it, without the pressure of a more experienced boarder.  We ended the night watching the ice skating, bringing back memories of previous Olympic skaters, like Scott Hamilton, Peggy Fleming, Nancy Kerrigan and of course, Tanya Harding.  By 10:00, we had had enough ice skating and went up to bed.