I haven't been writing - it's true. February is over and we are well into a new month yet somehow I have not recovered from the former. Last month was (is) my all consuming month at work. It has, for the past few years taken me away from my life, my thoughts, my friends, my activities...slowly robbing me of my soul. The reprieve generally comes in where March begins. This year, however, the hectic remnants of February have spilled over without warning. I actually haven't even realised this until yesterday when I received 4 different emails asking where have I been and why have I not been blogging. Have I not been? So I go onto my site - huh - it has been a while...
So here I am, with not much to say (or write) due to the state of necrosis of my brain cells. I attribute their untimely death due to too much stress, lack of use and excessive alcohol consumption. Not to worry, however, I have done everything in my power to revive the cells that have been left behind. The power of sun, snow and cold have seemed to play a rather important role in the recovery of my cerebral efficacy.
This past weekend I dedicated to such recovery. I started out by climbing on Friday night, followed by a dinner of peanuts and pints. Do not scoff - it is a perfectly balanced meal of proteins, carbs and vitamins...and if you eat the peanut shells - fibre. Saturday we awoke to snow - lots of it! I don't recall how much in inches, I just recall having to push the screen door to the outside with great force as to push it through the drifts which have barricaded us in during the night. Not feeling like shovelling, I decided it would be a great idea to go get coffee. (I do own a french press and have an ample supply of coffee beans, grinder and soy milk - however, I was feeling decadently lazy that morning). I loaded the pups into El Fuego and off we went - I LOVE MY CAR! He rocks right through the (approximate) foot of snow, with no hesitation, barrelling down my driveway into the snowy street - which the city plows apparently have forgotten this year. Returning from our mission for a wonderfully-brewed-by-someone-other-than-me cup of coffee I get this jolt that I should shovel the driveway (Life Lesson #21: Caffeine = Motivation). So my roommate and I shovel, and shovel some more. The sense of accomplishment was intoxicating - so much so that I decided to scour the house for the next few hours all the while doing laundry. I felt like Martha Stewart meets Roger Clemens (when he was all doped up - allegedly, of course). Knowing that at 4pm, I need to get ready to head out to the slopes, I worked at warp speed. Finally at ~3pm I was done - sigh. Next step was to sharpen and wax my skis! So I set off for a while in my basement - working on the Crossmax's as if I was a pro-tuner. I had not even gotten one ski done when I get a call...there's a travel advisory - no unnecessary travel in the county. WTF? We haven't had a significant snow fall all year, I have skied maybe twice this season, we get dumped on and WE CAN'T FUCKING DRIVE TO THE MOUNTAIN?!?!?!?!?!?!? I wanted to cry.
But I did no such thing - these sorts of things are reserved for the weak. I instead opted for a hot shower and a bottle of wine. My mom came over to dog sit while I skied, now, however she was stuck with her drunk daughter. My friend, J.B., with whom I was to head up to the mountain (hill) with came over as well. Movie and alcohol that night it was. Oh well at least the house was cleaned, driveway shovelled and I did sharpen and wax the other ski - just in case.