My Ski Story Get off work early, motor on over to the ski hill, use my season pass (from H being on ski patrol), get all my gear on, manuever over to the beginner hill, yahoo! swoosh down the hill, no kaput, get back on the ski lift, swoosh down the hill again, feeling pretty good, got enough nerve to try the next bigger hill, start to 'skate' over to the lift for the bigger hill, notice my boot feels loose, so I bend down to tighten it, and see that all the tightening in the world ain't gonna help that boot 'cause it's cracked into pieces. SH*T! end of my skiing for the day. Man am I glad I didn't pay for that! But, I got my jitters out of the way, I can do this! It was great because the sun was out, in the 30's for temps, the snow was soft and not ice, I was pretty happy that I didn't fall down or break anything or break anyone else either. Even if it was just two runs. My ski boots I've had for 10 years and they were used when I got them, guess that's pretty old for ski boots.
As I was klomping out the gate back to my truck, I asked a guy if he knew anywhere local to buy ski boots. He didn't, but a couple other guys directed me to a place nearby. I went, found a pair, got them all adjusted, wondered should I or shouldn't I? one tidbit of info is that just before I left work I got my Christmas gift, which ironically was the same amount as the ski boots I was looking at. Normally I save it for a special something, put it in savings, and it ends up getting mixed in and paying bills or whatever. But I was gonna do it. I was buying new ski boots! I could go back and ski some more. I did try and call hubby to get his thoughts, being he is 'the all knowing', but he didn't answer. Too bad, I was gettin new boots. And then, the company didn't take my brand of credit card. bah humbug. So the boots are sitting there with my name on them, if I can get back there to get them.
Plan B - Christmas shopping. But first I had to fuel up, the truck and me too. I had a Big Mac attack, and while pulling out the driveway I noticed a Goodwill store. I went over and poked around. Lots of books! and sure enough, Divorce Busting. I've got my very own copy now! I also picked up a couple other books, but I couldn't find Divorce Remedy. By this time it was getting late, and I was getting my anxious feeling to get home. Forget more shopping, I headed home. Topped the hill and no lights at home, so my first reaction was to stay gone longer. I drove around a bit, the country mile, and looked at Christmas lights, decided it was dumb to again let my feelings chase me from my home or keep me from being home. So I went home, and now H was home.
He was out working on chores, I unloaded my packages and went to join him. Whoof! rounded the corner and met him face to face, I smiled, he glared, no one said anything. I went about the business of seeing what needed to be done. I wanted to get back in my truck and escape, leave, go anywhere. I didn't want another night of silent tension. I went for a walk, my faithful dog came with me.
Once we were both back in the house, H seemed to warm up just a little. Maybe he saw my busted ski boots in the trash, he never asked, I never said. He offered some of the Christmas treats he brought home from a client, that was nice.
And tomorrow is a new day!
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.
