"They" say that more snow should move in tonight. Waiting for snowfall has always been one of my favorite feelings; the anticipation is just delicious! Especially when accompanied by a big bowl of spaghetti and a glass of fine wine (tonight's star: my favorite American-made Super Tuscan, Salvestrin Retaggio). When we lived in Colorado, or Boston, or Minneapolis, waiting for the snow to start has always been a return to childlike excitement, almost like waiting for the big Mr. Clause to visit at Christmas.
The skiing was really nice today, although Lynne is still under the weather so I skied alone again. I enjoyed skiing solo; you get to meet new people from all over the world on the lift, and savor the solitude of a special moment on the slope. I listened to a mix of U2, Cold Play, Sting, Alpha Rev (a great Austin band!), Seal, Dave Mathews, Rob Thomas, John Mayer, and Santana while skiing. A nice soundtrack to my day. Let me know if you'd like the playlist!
I succumbed to temptation at lunch and ate a big, fat hamburger (get this: they call it an "Epic Burger"!) and fries for lunch; something I rarely do. Like many temptations, the reality was less satisfying than the tease: it smelled great, tasted ok, but felt lousy 20 minutes later as I tried to regain my skiing poise down the mountain. There's a lesson here, but I will porbably ignore it. Next time: Soup or salad!
Till tomorrow; stay well and do great things!
-Karl
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