It’s melting! It’s melting!

It’s 36 degrees and sunny, and things are melting at last. I would normally bitch about this because it’s going to degrade ski conditions, but my driveway is as narrow as it can possibly be, and the snowpiles are as high as they can go, and one more storm and you’d see me out there with a propane torch and a hairdryer trying to move back the glacier. (Of course, any warmth and all this moisture has sent my allergies a-sailing.)
Still may ski tomorrow afternoon. Let’s see what conditions are like. Lee got the heater in the truck fixed (warranties are good things), so I feel like I can safely trek out into the wilds. Maybe I’ll just take the whole damn day and go north. This week has been hugely stressful and my only solution is to carve.
Tonight, Hannah for the first time gets to stay up to watch ALL of “Survivor.” She loves that show. And Bekah a couple of weeks ago was playing a version of “No Boundaries” with her sister and her dolls. They get the outdoor adventure thing, which is hugely cool. When we went camping with another family this summer, Hannah carefully explained to her friend that we had all this equipment because “we are sporting enthusiasts,” which in her careful speech sounded even funnier than it reads. No idea where she picked up that phrase.
I was looking at a website last night for the Athens-to-Atlanta skate (38 or 86 miles) and thought, “I could do that.” I know I could do 38, I’ve done nearly that on skates before (though not without leaving significant portions of my left calf on a Watervliet street). But of course, it’s not quite as warm here in September as it is in Georgia. Still, it’d be nice to do…
I’m actually insane. That much is becoming clear.