Weekend

Other than the colossal meltdowns of various members of the family, turning us into one of those families on the ski slopes, Saturday was a brilliant ski day. Got up early, had breakfast in the truck on the way (breakfast is not fast for at least one of us, so that gains us at least half an hour), and were on the slopes of Haystack by 9:30. The conditions were decent, until it started lightly snowing, some of the biggest snowflakes I’ve ever seen, and then conditions became fantastic. Had to sit out for 45 minutes while one of us simmered down over some perceived slight (I really do remember how hard it is to be that age, really I do), but when we got back out it was pure “wheeeee!” skiing. I got to tackle a diamond that last week had been quite challenging called “Upper Oh-No”. (The kids called it “Upper Band-Aid,” but they didn’t do it.) I sailed down it in one smooth line this time. It was dreamy. To cap the day, we had to do a marathon-length child’s birthday party, and by the time we all got home we were ready for Sunday’s promised events, which were: No One Has to Do Anything Day. And we didn’t. As a result, I finally made some progress in Tony Hawk Underground!