Since this was a private pond setting we wouldn't have the opportunity to rent skates, so I started checking the thrift stores to see if I could find some used (inexpensive) skates that the kids could wear. At one store I found a pair in size 7 and a pair in size 9. I had been looking for sizes 7 and 8, but thought maybe the 9s would do for Laura (with an extra pair of socks or something). They were only $4 a pair, so I went ahead and got them. I brought them home and the girls were trying them on. That's when we realized that the size 9 pair was actually a men's size 9-- which makes them a women's size 11, which means they fit me! Ack! That meant I would just have to trying skating after all.
I remembered that the thrift store had one more pair of ice-skates, but I couldn't remember what size they were. Since Laura still needed skates we went back to look. The remaining pair was size 11. They were brown and black, so I assumed they were also men's skates, and Lyle wears a size 11, so I bought them for him. I was wrong again. Turns out they also fit me.I had accidentally bought myself two pairs of skates, when I actually didn't intend to buy any!
So, on New Year's Eve I sat on a log by the campfire and laced the skates on my feet. I gingerly clomped through the snow to the pond. That was the easy part because the blades cut into the snow. When I got to the pond my "noble knight" was waiting with a strong arm for me to lean on. The minute my feet hit the ice they slid right out in front of me and I ingloriously ended up smack on my backside.
Such a refined, elegant matron I am.
Lyle helped me to my feet, and I scuffed around the pond a few times never letting go of his arm. I'm sure I looked utterly ridiculous, but it was loads of fun.
Lyle wished he had had the opportunity to skate, so on January 2 we hit the thrift stores again looking for a pair of men's size 11 ice skates. We were able to find some, so we went skating again that night. That night I got brave enough to venture out by myself, but it was still very cautious, tiny slides. No swooping, graceful figure 8s or anything like that.
I hope the ice holds long enough for us to go at least one more time this winter. Maybe I can go a little faster the next time. I suppose there's always the public rink, but I like the pond better. At least it was my friends laughing with me, not strangers laughing at me.