Well, it’s Sunday. Just in case you didn’t know. The weekend’s nearly over (how does that happen?!) so I figured I’d give you a recap (plus, I'm a little brain-dead at the moment and I've got nothing more interesting to say)…
The ski lesson went pretty well. It was cold as crap on Friday night, so I bundled Ryan up, squeezed her into her ski boots, and left her to brave the elements for nearly 2 hours. I settled myself in the lodge, near the window, with a Peppermint Patty (hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps… it sounds nicer than it was, actually, which was too sweet). I needed it, though, after the trek through the rental building...
While we were waiting for the teenaged rental guy to calibrate Ryan’s ski bindings, I was telling her how my first job had been at the resort and I’d worked in the very building in which we were standing. The rental guy looked up and said, “Oh, when was that?” I replied, “About 27 years ago.” He looked at me and exclaimed, “Good God!” Then, realizing he might have just insulted me, he back-pedaled… “I mean, it’s just that you don’t look that old.” I snorted and said, “Yeah, nice save.” It was one of those lovely ‘ouch’ moments that happen when it dawns on you that just maybe you really do look your age.
I managed a photo or two from the deck of the lodge (I had to leave my drink inside, so I didn’t stand there long).
Ryan opted for no poles but after sliding backwards a few times, she’s decided she’s going to try them next week. She said she wasn’t cold at all but the big old snotcicle frozen to her face begged to differ. Regardless, she enjoyed it a lot and can’t wait for next Friday. So, good stuff.
Last night was dinner and a movie with The Republican. It was a really good time, actually... mostly because there was no political chat. We ate at this great Italian place and a few glasses of Merlot made everything rosy. Then we saw Last Chance Harvey, which was good… not as good as I’d expected, but good. So, it was a really nice, much needed night out. No complaints. And before you ask, no love mojo either. For all you (deluded) optimists who keep telling me ‘you just never know what can happen’… I do know. But friends are always good.
So that’s pretty much it. I’m off to read my man-book for my book club meeting a week Monday. I joined a club made up of mostly men (who knew they even read?! Hee hee… just kidding, boys). Anyway, the book is massive, non-fiction, and not exactly engrossing, so I’m struggling a bit. I’ve got a week to plow through it.
Hope you’ve all had a wonderful weekend!!