Monday, February 22, 2010

In Which We Escape to Colder Climes

A week of skiing -- a first for our family -- and we have returned to our regular station.  Sigh.  Happy to be home.  Fun to rent a creaky old house and explore all the nooks and crannys unfettered.  I liked sitting by the fire and discussing (well, if you're talking mostly to yourself, is it discussing?) what I would do with said house if it were mine.  Funny selection of books on the dark built-ins flanking the fireplace, ranging from the bright, shiny "Woof:  The Gay Man's Guide to Dogs" to a yellow, stocky paperback called "The Making of a Quagmire:  America and Vietnam during the Kennedy Era" by David Halberstam.  The older boys really did become skiers, which was one of our goals, and I didn't break anything, which was one of mine.  Not sure when I became such a chicken, but I am, so there you go. 

Ah, to be fearless.

4 comments:

Tara Thayer said...

hi. welcome back home. i just loved this post. i could hear you saying all this. well, if i knew what you sounded like.

Jane said...

Looks like you had a great time. We can't wait to go! It's a surprise for our boys!

molly said...

the house sounds (and looks) wonderful, and yes, i do hope conversations with ourselves count. otherwise I am one continuous stream of merely mental dialog.

Maegan Beishline said...

That sounds like so much fun! Well, at least the cozy cottage and the fireplace and the random books. I used to ski...but I have become quite a chicken as well! So glad you had a nice time!