It’s Friday. Yeah, I have a knack for stating the obvious, I know. It’s also cold. Again with the obvious. It was minus 2 degrees this morning. For those of you in places which use the more modern method of determining temperature (i.e. nearly everywhere else in the world), that would be minus 19 degrees. Yes. Brrrrr. With the wind chill factor in play, it’s about minus 15 (-26) right now. When I took Sundance to the park this morning, he pooped ice cubes. That, my friends, is cold.
Tonight is Ryan’s first ski lesson. I called to see if they were still on, given that it’s about 10 degrees colder on the mountain and they will have the snow blowers going. Yup. They’re on. The girl on the phone (helpfully) told me to dress Ryan “for the weather.” She clearly has a knack for stating the obvious, too. I expect Ryan will look very much like the little brother in A Christmas Story. You know the scenes where he can’t put his arms down and then he falls in the snow and can’t get up because he’s all puffy with his snowsuit on? Yeah, that’ll be my kid tonight. I really hope she doesn’t fall down. She’ll be like a big turtle. Actually, she doesn’t feel the cold so much (I’m always hollering at her to zip her jacket or put her hat or her shoes on), but I think at 20 below, I might hear a little whining. Of course, that will likely be coming from me. Thank God they sell booze in the lodge… where I will be immediately after getting her dumped into her ski gear. I might take a photo or two. From inside. If the window isn’t all steamed up. And I can hold the camera and my glass of wine at the same time.
So, tomorrow is Saturday. Which makes sense, I guess, since I already said today is Friday. Anyway, I’m going out tomorrow night. With The Republican. But it’s just a 'friends' thing and not a date. Really. We’ve agreed that although we like each other, we hate each other’s politics and we disagree (vehemently) on some pretty serious issues (plus, I’m just not feelin’ the love mojo, you know?). However, I have discovered lately that not all Republicans are right-wing, fundamentalist, evangelical, gun-totin’, Bush-quotin’ (who said I wasn’t a poet?!), scary, scary people. Some of them are nice folk who happen to be misguided. Hee hee. Just kidding, Sherri! Sherri (if you don’t read her blog, DO! She’s fabulous!) is actually my kind of Republican. God, I never thought I’d say those words. But it’s true. And her husband, Big Al, is yummy, too. He laughs at my jokes and thinks he loves me. Figures, doesn’t it? The only guy who’s loved me in ages is married and a Republican. Story of my life. Sigh.
Anyway, that’ll be my weekend. Hopefully I won’t turn into an icicle tonight or implode from keeping my liberal opinions to myself during dinner tomorrow night. I hope all of you have a fantastic weekend, too!!