A funny thing happened at the taboggan hill one day with my nephews!!  I had the distinct honor of having both my nephews for the week-end at home, my dream come true.   Anthony is 3 and William is 8.  Will is my seasoned roommate, he comes all the time, but Anthony was always too little according to my sister Emily who refused to let him grow up, he is the last of 2, who can blame her.   As much as she resisted, he is growing up, fast, and now he gets to come spend week-ends at Matante's :)     

I pick them up on Friday evenings so that I get to spend more time with them, I also get to spend time with my sister, which always puts a smile on my face.  Saturday morning after breakfast we went shopping then to the snow park where we hit the taboggan hill full throttle.  Anthony had his own flat and lightweight crazy carpet so he was quite independent going up and down the hill, such was not the case last year and it much appreciated by his mom and me.   Nothing tuckers these boys, up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill.... I did a few  runs myself but I do feel the need to watch them more since there are other children as well as adults and we are not always 'on' the hill at the same time and I do want to ensure their safety.  

William wanted to go to the chalet to get a new sliding device, I am not sure which one he was in the mood for since when I got to the bottom of the hill and on my way to the chalet, my feet both flew out from under me, I flew backwards with such force that my tuque flew off my head and I landed directly on the back of my head, on the ice.  I remember screaming out in pain, being unable to get up by myself and thinking ''shit.....the boys''!  Luckily Weedon, Quebec is just about the nicest community EVER.  I have never known a community of kinder people, always ready to help one another even strangers.  I have had nothing to good experiences in that community, and this was no different.  A lovely couple of grand-parents who were on the hill with us and their triplet 4 year old grand-sons came to carefully lift me off of the ice, I was scared I have to admit.  They asked me if there was anyone at home that they could call, I began to cry immediately, ''non, je suis veuve'' and it broke my heart all over again that Claude was not here with me and for me -  another reminder that my dreams and future with the love of my life have been squashed.  This situation made it clearer than ever that I need to buy a house closer to my sister, who  is at this point 1.5 hours from me.  I had the boys, no way I could leave with the ambulance, there was just no way that I was going to leave them with people that they didn't know, no matter how amazing they all were.  The great part is that in small villages if you don't know a certain person, you both have a friend in common, which was the case, William knows my friends here and he was contacted by a lady we both know.  Okay, worse case scenario the kids can go with her.  The ambulance came, all the children and parents remained in the chalet and watched me being examined, there was complete silence except for the ambulance technician, what a respectful crowd of human beings.  William took care of Tony and the ladies watched over both of them.   I agreed to be followed home by the grand-parents who insisted,  gotto get home safely with the kids so I appreciated their efforts, greatly.  The ambulance technicians then went outside and gave all the children a tour of their ambulance, explained all of the doo-dads and gizmos, answered all of their questions and put the sirens and lights on for them, more than once.  The ambulance company is located in that village of Weedon, Quebec, and it showed.  

I called my sister when I got home and asked her if she would mind coming to get the kids the next day, I hated imposing that on her because the whole reason that I had them was to let her rest up, she was really sick herself.  Emily and Gui arrived the next day, Gui confirmed by whatever norms he knows, he is in the medical field, that I do have a concussion.  oh great, just great!

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I had been taking piano lessons since November and was really getting into it, loving it too, next lesson was terrible and I had to leave.  Learning and speaking, and thinking, and discussing while having a concussion is a nightmare.  I needed fresh air and I needed to no longer speak, think, look....I wanted to throw up.  Yup, I have a concussion alright.  

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The last 2 weeks I was sequestered at home, alone and bored out of my mind in order to heal my brain.  I had a CT scan which was fine, blessings indeed, so now I just wait until I can read music and do more than one thing at once without getting sick to my stomach, nothing more to be done than wait.

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This week-end my sister let me have William for the week-end, in two weeks I can have both.   One thing the last 2 weeks have shown me is, my life is very boring with my sister and those boys in my life, thank goodness for Facetime, but nothing compares to being with them.

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I am grateful for belonging, and knowing where exactly I belong.

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