Maroon sweater underneath my black coat

It is Tuesday cold cloudy morning with 6 C below zero. It reminds me 
of the weather in England. Tuesdays are my days off. I make my own day 
plans. I don't go to work, I mean to play Darts and for my Carpet Bowling.

It is my day off but not like any weekend days. My son works from home 
on Tuesdays. I keep that in mind and don't spend my time in the TV lounge.
I don't want to distract my son. He is busy with his work and meetings.

I am busy with my own things, making calls, busy making tea / coffee and
shake for him. It gives unique pleasure, when you serve your loved ones. 
Making their day brighter, gives you inner peace and contentment. 
This can not be replaced by any other experience. 

Anyway I am done with my kitchen things. It is 11. 30, my daughter called 
me from Grimsby. She was taking her son to swimming. It was afternoon
at her place, in England.

I am done with my computer, with my Facebook messages, now time to get 
ready to go out. Usually my son drives me there on Tuesdays. He manages 
between his work. I forgot that today, car is with my grandson, Master 
Golden, the middle one.

It is OK, I will walk to Tim Horton. Not a big deal. I will dress up in layers. 
My maroon sweater underneath my black long coat, with gloves and 
woolen stole, I will be fine. I will manage.

It is 12.15, I am at Whites Road. It is busy with lots of traffic. Skeleton trees
are lined up by the side of the road. I can also see some green ones in 
between. Snow is all around. February will be the same.

It is 6 C below zero, not so cold for here in Toronto. I can see Black Squirrel
is playing around or may be searching for some snacks, to have, to enjoy.
It is 12.30, I am at Tim Horton.

It is like a Full House with students from the nearby Dunbarton High 
School. Some people of my age, are also here, sitting with the company, 
they can have. I am enjoying my time alone, my coffee and writing my Blog.

It is 1.30, I am done with my coffee and with writing my Blog. Time to 
walk home, to make lunch for my youngest one, the Slurpee Boy. He is 
home, done with his exams. 

I will make chicken Shawarma for him. Some left over baked chicken 
is in the fridge. I can make use of that. To serve our loved ones, is 
definitely a unique experience to get the real happiness. Go for that.