Curling season is here

Jim is a fanatic about  TV at this time of year. The days and evenings revolve around the curling schedule. He gets quite frustrated when he can't find a game to watch. What is the matter he mutters as he clicks the remote control searching for his passion. So, as other wives are golf widows, I have a curling couch potato in my home.
The neat thing is that his grandchildren also love the game. Jenna and Matthew are very avid curlers. I think Alyssa is developing a love for the game too. Both Dusty and Mandy can curl. It is a real prairie cult.
I spent a few hours this past week driving a friend to her doctor and also to the hospital for an Xray. I lent her my cane so she can hobble around. This has reminded me of the months I spent recuperating after surgery for  my fractured leg. I needed the help of my family and friends for several months. I am so thankful that I am now ambulatory. Tomorrow, I will be the one helping her as we wonkily make our way to our seats for the symphony.
I have been busily printing pictures of our trip to PEI. I am so thankful for the digital camera which means one can take oodles of shots and only print the few that are special. 
Ok - the curling is over so Jim has turned off the idiot box and is now looking for something to do.
It is time for me to crawl into bed and read. I have just begun a  book called An Irish Country Doctor byPatrick Taylor. It reminds me of the wonderful Irish doctor who was my physician while we lived in Elkhorn. I do miss the personal attention our country docs gave so selflessly and so graciously, that is is if one were really ill.
Here is a toast to the family GP's of small town Canada.
Cheers from Donna