Being enormously supportive of Sam and Max both of whom adore the Kings, LA's hockey team (especially, for Max, Jonathon Quick, the goalie), Toby and I tuned in to the second Stanley cup game--the great finals of hockey-land.
Alan Phenix, our neighbor and a hockey fanatic and skater himself, came over to watch it with us--supplying background info like where the Stanley Cup came from, the fact that each player on the winning team gets to keep the cup for a day (to drink beer out of? to fill with water to baptize their kids? whatever), and what "off-sides" means. Toby was all for Jonathon Quick, Chaz, Alan's dog, was just happy to be on the sofa.
The Kings really dragged it out, in the beginning allowing a goal or two to the NY Rangers (who Alan was routing for), but they came steam-rolling back to win in overtime, although at that point Alan had gone home to watch it on his even bigger screen and Toby and I had gone to bed. Alan said he didn't really care who won, he just wanted to watch a lot of really good hockey. I learned a lot about hockey but haven't watched since. Tonight is game four, the Kings are three up, and it's a four out of seven series. Still, I have a good book I'm reading about Margaret Mead and all these overtimes are just too much for Toby and me.
Toby and I got the name of Julie Lanoie from a friend--she's a born and bred North Conway-er and gives help to people facing memory loss. We asked her to come over and be with Toby one day a week--and I think that we're both infatuated with her now! Last Wednesday she took Toby to a Fryeburg, ME Academy production of Shel Silverstein's poems, then to lunch, and then on a nice walk with her dogs. She's gentle and sweet, pretty too! And full of great ideas for activities, hikes, etc.