Sunday started off gloomy, but Ramona rescued me and we took a little drive, stopped at a grocery store to buy some mole and soft corn tortillas, then BizzyB's to drop off some stuff, then home for a meal. We couldn't bear to watch the hockey, all that tension, so we watched it on APTN where the commentary was in one of the Pacific Coast First Nations' language. It seemed a little easier that way, not understanding the commentary.
After we ate, I showed Ramona some freewheeling embroidery I was doing and she observed that it looked like a bird. A bird? Oh, I never thought of that.
Then the roar came when Crosby scored the golden goal!