Skiing
This week I'm working hard on the frustration thing, and seem to be getting a handle on it. For example, you noticed I double posted the title of "Frustrations"? No idea how that happened. In fact, in the weeks I've been doing this, that's the first technoglitch I've had. And it had to happen on the "Frustrations" post, didn't it? No worries, dude, this is the new DH.
Techno-stuff has the potential to be terribly frustrating, because you always expect it to make life easier and it always starts by fouling things up. Hook up the new printer? Won't communicate with the computer. Buy a new camera? Requires an adapter only produced between March 1 and March 12, on the plains of Kuala Lampur, by herdsmen who don't write instructions in English. Buy a new TV? You get Sarah Berhard singing or - as Bruce put it 15 years ago - "57 channels with nothing on", except now there are ten times that many.
So what do you do? Go skiing. Nothing is wrong with skiing. When the snow's good and the sky's blue it's the closest you can come to soaring, without flying. Of course, make a wrong turn and maybe I AM soaring, but that's another story.
But skiing can be hijacked by the weather, and that's what's happened this week. It's been raining (instead of snowing) here since the 20th. Our mountain has been soggy and our snow melting fast. To protect the base they were CLOSED the day after Christmas, the biggest single ski day of the year. But the weather seems to be changing. They got some good snow two nights ago and opened yesterday, but by daylight it was pouring rain so I get dressed and decided to work instead of playing (my office is pretty quiet the week after Christmas).
But today...today...today a peek out the window shows clearing skies, moderate temperatures, and the top of the mountain (just visible from my kitchen window) trying to peek through the clouds. The Rossis are waxed and on the racks, and the rest of the gear is bagged in the back seat. I'm going skiing, and nothing can stop me!
Unless my jeep breaks down between here and there.
Techno-stuff has the potential to be terribly frustrating, because you always expect it to make life easier and it always starts by fouling things up. Hook up the new printer? Won't communicate with the computer. Buy a new camera? Requires an adapter only produced between March 1 and March 12, on the plains of Kuala Lampur, by herdsmen who don't write instructions in English. Buy a new TV? You get Sarah Berhard singing or - as Bruce put it 15 years ago - "57 channels with nothing on", except now there are ten times that many.
So what do you do? Go skiing. Nothing is wrong with skiing. When the snow's good and the sky's blue it's the closest you can come to soaring, without flying. Of course, make a wrong turn and maybe I AM soaring, but that's another story.
But skiing can be hijacked by the weather, and that's what's happened this week. It's been raining (instead of snowing) here since the 20th. Our mountain has been soggy and our snow melting fast. To protect the base they were CLOSED the day after Christmas, the biggest single ski day of the year. But the weather seems to be changing. They got some good snow two nights ago and opened yesterday, but by daylight it was pouring rain so I get dressed and decided to work instead of playing (my office is pretty quiet the week after Christmas).
But today...today...today a peek out the window shows clearing skies, moderate temperatures, and the top of the mountain (just visible from my kitchen window) trying to peek through the clouds. The Rossis are waxed and on the racks, and the rest of the gear is bagged in the back seat. I'm going skiing, and nothing can stop me!
Unless my jeep breaks down between here and there.
posted by David Hardesty | 7:50 AM
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