An ill-fated skiing trip

The forces of the universe are conspiring to keep me from getting in adequate ski time before the season is over. Last weekend there was the "pull" situation (which I'm not talking about). This weekend, Holland was out of town in Big Sky, Montana, skiing with some college friends that he hadn't seen in years. The anti-lock brake light on my car is on and although it is braking just fine, I feel a little nervous driving it up the mountain. So I couldn't drive myself Saturday and no one could drive me. But I was like oh well that's fine, I'll lie around and be lazy and later I'll clean my house. My friend Ann and I had planned to go Sunday so I thought that would be fine.

So we leave today, then just as we're starting up the mountain I realize that I left my boots at home, so we have to turn around. When we get there it is W-I-N-D-Y. The lifts are swaying and the snow is stinging our faces - but I'm excited anyway! Then on our second run, Ann dislocates her shoulder and has to be driven down the mountain on a snowmobile by a ski patroller.

I still managed to get in a few runs but disolocated shoulder = still not ideal. Here is a photo of Ann, feeling much better after having her shoulder put back in, sling in place and "Personal Belongings" bag in hand!

So skiing was my "real person" thing today. I won't bore you by catching you up on last week. This week my goal is to make my "thing" interesting every day.

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