It's 2 degrees Farenheit here in Warren, Vt. That's pretty cold (to this New Yorker), but we're going to wait a couple of hours, bundle up, and head out to the mountain. The two younger kids have ski camp, I have a group lesson, and Maggie is going to hook up with some friends of ours to hit the slopes with my oldest.I'm going to try not to be a complete dickhead.
If I had to name my personal Behavioral Achilles Heel, it would be that when I'm nervous, scared, or uncertain, I lash out at the folks who are closest to me... in the form of quick-temperedness or general irritability. So join me in a little prayer, will you?
God, please help me not to be a dick to my family. And thanks for the vacation. Also, if you would, please help me be the kind of dude you want me to be. Thy will, not my will, be done. Amen, and rock on.I don't know if I've ever mentioned that, growning up, my family didn't ski (too dangerous), never went camping (too uncertain), etc., etc. I'm a complete aberration in this regard... largely because I married Maggie, who, prior to meeting me, shacked up in a log cabin with some dude in Aspen. She's a real outdoorswoman.
50% lumberjane, 50% Saks 5th Avenue. That's my lady.
Time to get ready for the day.
Love to all. Even you, real estate guy.
2 comments:
The view is beautiful. I feel for you with the dial up though. It's all I have at home. I live so far out in the boonies of rural Georgia that no one will provide fast access at any cost to us. Really.
Also glad to hear you had an epiphany about the job. I was hoping you'd find a peace about the situation.
Enjoy the vacation! Let us know how the skiing goes.
Vic: I couldn't live without high-speed in the long run. You have a fortitude I completely admire.
Sara: I appreciate it, but you're wrong. I'm just a dick. No quotes, and regardless of the weather.
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