Sybo sorta asked for it. I present to you Flapjack Friday.
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Five Fantastic Flapjack (F)Photos:
Cute young woman or dirty old lady?
On the one hand, I think I’ve got a young ski outfit. I’m short, in my head that means I’m still growing. I feel young. I wear silly tshirts, I put my hair in pigtails. I stay up late and go out dancing.
On the other hand, I totally use Oil of Olay and have a bad knee and aches and pains. I complain about kids driving too fast. I know about the 80s, which was forever ago now.
Let me explain. I went skiing by myself. It’s hard – you have to know where you put the car and get all your own stuff. But it’s fun – you can do the same run 1000 times and stop when you want and talk to strangers on the chair lift.
I’ve never felt old or grown up. I don’t have those markers, other than being married- no mortgage, kids, whatever. So explain to me why talking to the guy on the lift and finding out he was 26 (I’m 27) made me feel like someone’s great great aunt?? I mean, I felt old! I usually assume anyone not in the Reindeer Club ski school is way waaay older than me. If you don’t look like a teenager, you’re 50. Apparently I’m closer to the latter now. And no one warned me! Today is the first day I’ve ever felt old. Hopefully it passes…
Locals are pretty serious about a powder day. They call in sick. They get up EARLY. They wait for the lifts to open, jockeying in line to be first chair. TB BB MK and I showed them all up and got on the lift first chair this morning. BB looks like a local skier. They didn’t mess with him. TB couldn’t believe people would think of pushing and shoving, until she saw them pushing and shoving. I, in keeping with being the biggest dork ever, make it up to Silver Lake lodge and realized that my lame knee makes it hard to ski-skate, and took forever to get to the next lift. Which makes the locals not on the first chair but all of the ones after ski by you shaking their heads wondering what you’re doing out there at all.
I wondered the same thing. At first I had to turn down MK’s offer to take me down some super scary stuff, and skied off on my own, trying to find a balance on the groomers that would not kill my knee and not transfer all that knee agility to my super tired legs. Not to mention it was the coldest since Christmas…I didn’t make it that long. TB came looking for me and took me down a blue that I always struggle with, then we went for broke and did one of our favorite black groomers, only it wasn’t groomed. TB’s lesson helped immensely and I found a way to ski that takes the pressure off my knee and makes me more sure footed. The bump run made me realize how to move and transfer weight easier. MK couldn’t keep up with me as we flew home. Great day to be out skiing. Even if now I feel like Jello.
I can tell you here safely that we have a little joke. It started with my visiting company. These days, you get to talk about catching up and all the ways to do so when you’re face to face. You ask your friends if they prefer texts, phone calls, emails or Facebook. So the joke was about a friend that isn’t really a friend. Those happen on Facebook. She updates her status every couple hours, with the most mundane of her day. We all are guilty of being a bit impulsive or odd from time to time, but she was consistently cracking me up.
NH reminded me I could always choose to get less information on my home page about a particular person. But why do that when you can instead have a little fun? The game became “What is XX doing?” And we had some fun with it. On the slopes, at dinner. Every chance we got to check in.
Tonight after dinner, sitting by the fireplace watching the snow fall, I really wanted to write that I was “sitting by the fireplace watching the snow fall”. I can see how the mundane can have some charm. There was a ton of snow. I can’t wait to ski tomorrow. Maybe I could have mentioned that I was “anticipating some great skiing”. Or maybe after tomorrow I’ll be “in a cast”. I try to behave over there, you never know when Facebook is going to bite you. In this age, no one wants to be that guy. Facebook prevents me from gaining weight – you have to post pictures every so often! Facebook might prevent me from a divorce. I don’t want to have to change my status to “it’s complicated”! I kinda wish I knew where some wedding pictures were…people always have those.
It’s fun to use and abuse a social networking site. What’s your guilty pleasure?
Was filmed in Park City, I understand. My own version of dumb and dumber is skiing beyond my ability, listening to the three that surpass me (BB, TB, MK) and throwing myself repeatedly down many black and double blue runs. I mean, I can do all that now, I know what I’m doing, I know the right way to ski. It clicked, finally. But I knew beforehand that the right way was the way that hurt most, even though it should be easier, because of my crappy knees. So don’t tell my insurance I have a blog, ok? I’m putting off the doctor visit, but I managed to dislocate my knee (dumb) and then SKI the rest of a great day (dumber) on it. There was no way I couldn’t. It was too fun.
So now I can’t feel most of a leg. But I kinda feel badass. Ski season is fast approaching its end and I need to go out with a bang. It might be a bang and a cast, but that’s better than regret. Maybe it’s the sunshine or the new vitamins or even that idea that I can really be happy here, but I am not going to be a quitter. A time-outer, yes. But not a quitter. I’m going to try and get in as many good days as I can this last month we’re here.
As always with our transitions and and adventures our time here has flown by. Thanks to the love and support of my unrelenting therapist TB, I’m well enough again to live large and enjoy the time we have left.
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