Snow is Cold. Still.
Christmas is over.
Wow, am I ever tired. Our youth group went skiing yesterday up at Blue Mountain. The weather was nice, almost too nice, as their were obstacles to avoid…brown dirt kinds of obstacles. But it was a ton of fun. Like usual, (meaning every year) we didn’t get home until one in the morning, and my parents, who aren’t blessed with a particularily good memory, were expecting us at about 9:30 (I guess they pulled that time out of a hat)…so they were a little pissed off.
My whole body aches. I should say that I usually snowboard, I have for the past five years probably, but this time I decided I was tired of having to relearn that every year and went back to skiing. Except I tried those miniskis. I haven’t been on skis since I was what, fourteen? It’s really weird to not have your feet strapped together.
And I forgot that I wasn’t really that great at skiing either. So it was a little rough. Particularily the time that I came around a bend almost uncontrollably fast, spotted a bunch of my group standing at the edge of something steep waiting for me, tried to stop, failed, and in the midst of my careening over the edge, neatly deposited one of my skis beside Peter, and then continued down nearly the rest of the hill on my stomach. I finally managed to stop once the hill leveled out a bit. Peter caught up with me and calmly helped me back into my ski.
I think being able to laugh at your self is a major gift. Maybe that’s why my abs hurt today.
One thing I should mention: how about a round of applause for Peter, since he did such a wonderful job of driving eleven people home last night in the van, through (ironically, due to our lack of snow on the slopes) a snowstorm. And even participated in our conversations…which varied from ridiculous to theological. Just try putting 3 Canreffers, 2 ex-Canreffers, and 5 URCers in a van and see what happens. Oh, and 6 of us were also Campfire enthusiasts. Try driving anyone who’s a camp freak through Orangville and avoiding that subject.
Anyway, enjoy the first week of the regular old grind.
happy new year!
