9 kms for Latkas

My expectations of what is too far to walk have drastically changed. I used to drive to my friend's place who lives maybe a 20 minute walk away. When I had a car to go everywhere, my laziness peaked. I'm not saying I won't revert to old habits when I'm home at Christmas, but in Victoria, nothing seems that far. Tonight I walked 9 kms.

I was on my way to a Patoto Pancakes aka latka party at Gord's place to celebrate Hanukkah. I walked to my friend's place in Fernwood, and together we went up to Gord's. Up is the truth. He lives at the top of a street named The Rise. Streets named like that imply steep. And it was. It is one of the highest points in the city, which I naturally took advantage of for a solid spot to blaze after the latka party. It appears as though I am out of shape. This is not a surprise, but becomes apparent when required to climb to the top of a city that is surrounded by places called Mount Tolmie, and Mount Doug and where there are streets called the rise. I definitly am better now than I right after moving, but there's room for improvement.


The Hanukkah party was nice. There were only a few law kids there by the time we arrived, but it was fun. We chatted, I ate some latkas with apple sauce, sour cream, or confectioner's sugar. All were delicious! The night began with 20 lbs of potatoes and when we arrived they had only a bowl left. There was a serious crew of cooks though, and the beautiful house overlooking a stunning city smelled of fried potatoey goodness. We stayed for an hour, and then blazed at the egde of the road, and then started the walk (all downhill!!!!!!!!!!!) back. 9 kms later, I am back where I started after a lovely but freeeezing night out and about. okay it was maybe around zero. there was serious frost on the windows of all the cars...but no minus 20 like people elsewhere and obviously we have no snow.

There has been no instrumental christmas music on the yule log channel the whole time i have been writting. This is getting ridiculous. Where is Joe?, I ask myself at a time like this.

Rach
from a long journey of a night