Colorado is beautiful. Really, really beautiful. I would live there. Except for the fact that the Chairman's job is in Dairyland and that we are a team. So unless I leave him (which will never happen) I will live in utter contentment in Dairyland. Colorado is also a very dry climate and my skin attested to the fact.
Ski vacations should not be called vacations for the ones responsible for cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. They should be called ski and lots of work experiences. I have never been so tired returning from 'vacation'. And that even takes into account that everyone pitched in. So don't feel sorry for me.
The Chairman tends to be very cautious and for that I'm thankful. However I was questioning his wisdom and cautiousness when he went careening down a ski run and said 'you can handle it'. Thankfully I trust him and thankfully I made it to the bottom with all my equipment and limbs. But just barely.
Pictures never do a location justice. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe because we can see beyond the frame. Maybe it is because we also are not just seeing but we are hearing and smelling and feeling. I think that's what the bible does for us too. We can see so much, but when we would get to the other side, it will be so much, much more. That's such a comfort.
The Chairman typically has a death-grip on the steering wheel and doesn't like to let me drive a whole lot when both of us are in a vehicle. However, a non-stop 16-hour journey will change that. I had the privilege of driving from dark o'clock til dark o'clock. It also was raining. The entire vehicle snored along except for me. And I loved it. I had these cushy-headphones that came with the vehicle. I also had a country music station on satellite radio and for many hours I knew every song and nearly every word to every song and sang along and it took me back to memories I had thought I had forgotten. At one point the Chairman woke up and said, 'are you doing ok?' And I told him I loved him and he went back to sleep. Sappy country songs will do that to you.
We returned home to content but over-joyed pets. Lisi seemed to fare very well. She seemed almost ambivalent that we were home. This was due to the fact she got to go on several doggy field trips to exciting places. Simba? Well he followed me from room to room for two days and at the moment I'm typing this blog post he is purring loudly and has his head on my left hand as I type. Who said cats don't miss their people?
We had a super-special weekend with dear guests and privileges. One tradition that we have done since 2001 is to take pictures of our MYP (many young people) before we leave for the day. Yesterday was no different. As I pulled out the picture of the first year we had three MSC (many small children) I wondered where our babies went.
So back to the realities of life. The laundry spins. The dog is waiting to be walked. The calendar is full of places I need to be after school. And somehow between all that I need to figure out a healthy suppertime choice that can sit on the stove for the different meal times required due to practises and work schedules.
Here's a few pics:
|easy run but very long!|
|The Chairman and I. Can't you smell that fresh mountain air?|
|stopping for a bite|
|great young people that have more gumption than me|
|this is how close they all are even without a funny video on a phone|
|the very beginning of a 16-hour journey|
|my view at dark o'clock|
|special people came to see us|
|The Chairman and the Chef|
|2016 special morning|
|2003 special morning. (sniff) I wish I could hug those babies again.|
Have a good week.