Cross-Overs and Crying

Pics were taken from the highway on our way home through the Kootneys. The tamarack trees have turned yellow.
Home from Nelson. Peter left at 5 am for Vancouver--won't see him until late tonight.
The weekend trip to Nelson was fun. It was great to have my mom's company on the journey. I love the town of Nelson. It is an ideal little city. And my sister Theresa's home is always an adventure. Her house is old, huge and fabulously decorated with antiques and fascinating collections. It was great to hangout with my sis, her beau Joop and my nephew Kyran.
The trip has left me pooped. A lot of driving and then as soon as I arrived home I had to go out to skating lessons. I am so dead tired today that at times all I wanted to do was cry. I did not, no time, but how I wanted to.
 However, skating was educational. I learned to do cross-overs. YAY! They are the secret to skating. And believe me, I am right irritated by certain people in my life who have watched me flail about on stiff legs on the ice and never bothered to teach me crossovers! If anyone wanted help skating--cross overs would be the first thing I'd teach them.
Tabs had a great weekend at home with her dad. She had cleaned the entire house prior to our return!
We need groceries so badly. Yet I am so tired! I will leave in 15 min to take the big girls to piano, shop for groceries and then come home with take out. But all I want to do is go to bed. My asthma is horrid these past few weeks: fall is the worst time for my asthma. Perhaps this is why I am so pooped.
I have so much work to do, finishing my Halloween sculpture and making the girl's costumes.