Finally giving in

The point at which I finally give in and surrender several cubic feet of my life to the 360-day storage/5-day use of a snowblower has finally come. I’m going to give enough cash to buy 1.5 Tony Hawk Signature iPods because I absolutely exhausted myself Saturday, digging out two feet of snow from the driveway, spent almost as much time yesterday clearing my nearly flat garage roof, and when I got to the mountain with the kids yesterday, I had to admit that I was far too tired to ski. Nothing ached (well, my neck, a little), nothing was sore, but I was just physically exhausted. At least I was smart enough to recognize it, in accordance with our strict “no injuries” policy. It was the first day of ski lessons, so organizing the kids took a while, anyway, and I didn’t want to just wander off until I knew which group they were in and where they’d be. The instructors took their time and did a good job of separating the kids by ability and age, and Hannah was off to the main hill fairly quickly, but Bekah’s group stayed on the bunny hill longer than I would have expected. Turns out Hannah’s skis are bent, so I’ve gotta take them back to Goldstock’s and get them replaced, and the instructor said she’s ready for shaped skis anyway, so I’ll try to get that done this week. Anyway, by the time the kids were off on their own, I was looking at about an hour and a quarter of skiing, and I just decided to sit up on the deck with coffee and breathe the cool air instead.
Amazes me how much skiers are like baseball fans who only come out when the team is winning. Bousquet was jammed yesterday, and lessons were far more full than they’ve been for the past two years. Admittedly, conditions last year sucked, but still — even bad skiing is better than almost anything else you can be doing in the winter. I don’t understand people who only ski when there’s a couple of feet of new snow.