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January 2006 Archives
Two of us skied yesterday -- busiest day at Mount Snow ever. Lift lines were awful. But we had fun anyway, and the conditions were great. It's hard not to have fun when you're whipping down a hill through the bumps. Conditions have generally been awful this winter, and we haven't been in three weeks. Met someone on the lift who confirmed that we made a great choice not going on MLK weekend -- it was a combination of cold and hot and windy that left the mountain skied off and icy and no fun whatsoever. So I was glad to hear it. But dammit, we need some winter around here!
No suitable weather for skiing this weekend -- it's been an awful January. But we did buy up the last new ice skates in the Capital District yesterday and I finally made good on my promise to take the girls skating. (Sporting goods stores seem to think we're all ready to buy softball equipment. At these temperatures, perhaps we are.) I had tried teaching them to skate when they were younger, and Bek needed a lot more assistance, and my old skates just killed my achilles tendon, so I hadn't been in a few years. But now they've both been rollerblading, and it was much easier. And soft-booted skates rule. So now we've got yet another sport in our quiver, which is just absurd. As someone who really abhors team sports, I never imagined that I would have an entire garage full of sporting equipment, but here I am, EMS's favorite customer.
We got some snow today, but we're gonna need more if I'm going to put those snowshoes to use at all this year!
Spent an afternoon last weekend puttering around in the boxes in my wife's mother's basement. There are pluses and minuses to people who keep everything. The pluses, of course, are that there are many, many surprises, even for people who have poked their noses around down there many times before. Included among those surprises were an Arab matchbox, random camera parts, military service memorabilia from The Big One, and many, many negatives, stored curled up in the film cans shown above. I'm slowly getting through scanning them and posting them on a separate Flickr account. Have a look -- some of them are amazing.
Hmmm. If all those stories that their ashes were blended together and cast to the winds are true, I'm not sure we could say he ever stopped.
Again, I need a lie-down.
Phenomenally lazy weekend, abetted by extreme, nasty, bone-chilling cold and winds, plus a little bit of snow and ice. Picking through old things, finding more old family photos that need scanning and sharing, all that sort of thing. Must be what put me a bit on the edge, emotionally, because this afternoon I harangued Hannah into joining me for a little trip to the State Museum -- my kids have pretty much grown up there, so it's not exactly a special event -- and as we walked through the World Trade Center exhibit, it all became way too much for me. She, for once, was curious and interested in the whole thing -- she normally doesn't want to talk about it -- and so I had to answer her questions with what I know, which is a bit more than I want to know. One of the crushed fire trucks is there, and that was more than I could take, so it was either get out of there or surrender to weeping. We got out. Finished up with a carousel ride and sandwiches up on the terrace. They've moved the old salt column up there among the neat little exhibits that inhabit that space, with a sign that says that that museum visitors used to be allowed to lick the salt. In fact, it seems to me more like visitors were required to lick the salt, which resulted in a number of tongue grooves and memories that are now, in an age of germphobia, very, very disturbing indeed.
In the middle, an ad for "Airborne" cold remedy. In case you catch something.
On the other hand, every night I have to give the girls medicine, and every single night, I drop the cap to the pill bottle onto the bathroom floor. Sometimes twice. Sometimes into the sink.
We keep the toilet securely shut.
Skiing is a phenomenally expensive sport, start to finish. Clothing, equipment, tickets, food -- but it is so worth it, not only because it cures the cabin fever that can set in over our somewhat long winters, but because we just have such a great time as a family out there. It's always good. It's always fun, and we're always doing it together.
1) If you put all your dirty socks into a lingerie bag and then run that bag through the laundry, you will never have to sort socks again. What goes in, comes out. Nothing lost, nothing stuck to a shirt. It's incredible. I cannot believe Heloise never provided me with this hint.
2) It is legal to buy two gallons of milk at once. While this costs twice as much, it appears that those costs even out over time, it results in half as many milk crises during the week. There is some loss of available refrigerator space, but on the whole, the benefits outweigh the costs. Kinda amazing.
Then, First Night, always a delight. Although a little cold, it was snowing and pretty out, there were many many people, and Hannah had a nice performance with the ballet. Plus, we got to hear bagpipes, which is never a bad thing. A New Year's open house for friends, too much food but a surprising amount was eaten, and a day to recover. What could be better?
Know how some songs can just be there for years and years and never really mean anything special to you, and then all of a sudden they hit you between the ears? "Let It Be." For some reason, after years of just being another Beatles song, it kills me. Grief? Exhaustion? Or just middle age? I don't know, but suddenly Paul's voice washes over me and the song means things it never meant before.