Going for the Gold

I have finally crawled out from the bear trap of this sinus thingie that I have been twisted up in for the past week. I think today was the first day that my face and head didn't throb with pain every time I bent over. Wouldn't you know it? Today was the first day that the sun has shown his beautiful golden face since the 6th.

That day, we were too busy digging out, and hauling water and splitting wood to appreciate it. Today, we took full advantage. The girls and I ran out before lunch to play in the snow...to sled, to romp, to simply roll in it and look up at the sun. It felt so good to be done with school for the day and to see the blue sky and begin to get a seedling of hope deep in my heart that Spring will one day come again.

Some folks around here are spreading nasty rumors about another storm on Sunday, bringing an additional 15-30 inches of snow. I refuse to believe it. At this point, denial is my best defense, because I'd just have to hide in the closet and rock in a fetal position if I thought it might really be true. Playing Pioneer might have made me a stronger person, but that doesn't mean I'd like to do it again.

Now the Olympics are keeping me up late. I find myself drawn to the underdogs. (Probably because I have no concept of how it would feel to be the best at anything.) I was intrigued,however, by the snow boarding earlier in the week, especially by the guys who couldn't seem to pull up their snow pants. I'm too old to get it, I guess. Lots of gold showing up in Vancouver as well.

Bring It On!