Yes, we got socked with the snow. We got it pretty bad. The streets are mostly impassable, piled high with crumbly, brittle snowpack. Cars are buried everywhere and the parking situation is tenable. If you have a space, hang into it for dear life until the plows clear the streets. So no car. If it were in the thirties, I would have advocated walking to the rink, but it's in the single digits. Nope.
Stitch approached me as I was making dinner. "Um, isn't there practice ice today?"
"Well, there was, but we missed it. You were playing outside and I thought you'd been cold enough for one day."
"Oh. What about public skate?"
"There's some tonight, but I don't want to move the car and it's too cold to walk."
"Oh. What about this weekend?"
"There's lots of ice this weekend. If we can make it, there's practice ice and lessons, and we can try to make all the public skates we can."
"Okay." He spins off. Add that to him doing his Spiral Stretching while raiding the last of my vanilla wafers, and I'd say he was missing the rink.
Hopefully this winter blast will be one of the last and won't interfere with his practice schedule too much! Maybe I can appease him byt encouraging him to really work on his off-ice stretches more.