Skiing and Laughing in the Deep, Dark, Woods With Daddy and the Dog
Sunday was piano day for my eldest, so I asked my youngest if she wanted to go skiing. We’d had the first real snowfall of the winter overnight, and I’d spent the morning shoveling the sidewalks and driveway.“Want to go?”“Sure,” she said, much to my pleasant surprise.But then a kind of chaos ensued. It’s always challenging to do something for the first time in a season. It’s bad enough for one person. I had to find my skis, my boots, my poles. Naturally, they weren’t where they were supposed to be because I’m notorious for not putting things away.Meanwhile, my daughter was kind of buzzing…
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