Last day skiing. I got on a lift that went beyond bunny slopes to pure green hell. If you've ever skied, you know green = easy. HA! I fell at least 4 times. Luckily for Not Don, his children are all captivated by skiing. While the other four Not Bradys took the Chile Express lift to the top of the mountain, I made my way to the patio bar where I ordered a Black and Tan. It's St Patrick's Day after all. They cannot make one, the waiter tells me, so I order a Fat Tire, a Guinness and a spoon and make my own. The weather is perfect for patio sitting. Now, fast forward to five beers and two shots of espresso later. I'm starting to enjoy skiing. Just realized though that I left my ski boots in the bar.
I started this blog in February 2010 as a Lenten exercise in discipline. I posted something daily during Lent, whether I had anything interesting to say or not.
I also pledged to myself that I would dance each day during Lent. I walked away from the blog for much of the five years since. I'm inching back.
I am mistakenly called Stacy on a frequent basis by people I've just met, and sometimes by people I've known for awhile. I am Not Stacy.