It's the March Break from school here in my part of the world. The two older kids and I went downhill skiing today. The eleven year old went with school and has been dying to get back. I skied once, when I was sixteen, which is a long, hilarious story that I can tell, but I don't look very good or coordinated. (It involves taking 2 hours to get down one
I am hoping to read lots on this break, and managed to find a lovely spot in the sun in the lodge after I stopped skiing. (People who don't exercise very often should take it easy when attempting new sports.) I am back in Iceland, investigating the death of a ten year old Thai boy found stabbed in a playground. This should bring back even more memories of Erlunder's dead brother from when he was a youngster. (Arctic Chill by Arnulder Indridason)
And Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Old Gaelic Blessing
May those who love us, love us
And those who don't, may God turn their hearts;
and if He doesn't turn their hearts,
may He turn their ankles
so we'll know them by their limping
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