Briefly . . .

Skiing was like you wouldn’t believe Sunday — fresh, thick snow everywhere, lots of bumps but they were fun bumps. We even skied the trees. There is nothing for your focus like a tree in your way. Makes you ski really well.

Nothing against the Irish, but I do wish St. Patrick’s Day would stop interfering with my life. First, my elder daughter was born on it, something which should strike fear into the heart of any parent who knows what goes on at college. Second, for years the Albany St. Patrick’s Day parade (not held on St. Patrick’s Day, I’ll note) would thoroughly mess up my access to swim lessons for the girls on Saturday morning. This year, they moved it to the afternoon, so it thoroughly messed up my access to ballet school open house (pictures here) — no parking anywhere, and after I dropped everybody off, I had to go miles out of my way to get back into the neighborhood. Then on Sunday, we stopped off at our favorite restaurant in Bennington, and guess what kind of celebration was going on? It meant a limited menu mostly consisting of corned beef, listening to the hordes in the bar sing “The Unicorn” in a very shaky key, and as a bonus, my girls got to see their first drunken injury carried out on a stretcher!