Let’s See Your Lift Do This

One of the things I truly miss about Ohio is snow.  Waking up and peeking out the window and seeing the landscaped desaturated into shades of white and black, but mostly white.  There’s no feeling quite like it (especially if it’s a school day and you’re of school age).  As I begin my fourth year in Charlotte, I have yet to see that here.  I have also yet to see it since I’ve been going up to Ohio at Thanksgiving and Christmas for some reason too.  Luckily, my wife shares some of my strange quirks and was just as eager as I was to get out to the mountains on Monday and look for some white stuff.  That morning I happened onto an idea that I hadn’t thought about for quite a while: cross country skiing.  Now a good chunk of you reading out there just rolled your eyes.  Typical.  For you downhill diehards, you’re about to be taken to task.  You see, the more I compare my experiences of cross country and downhill, the more I realize cross country is really where it’s at.  Sure, downhill is fast and where the glamor is, but how often are either of those two things really to be coveted (“There is more to life than increasing its speed,” as Ghandi said). 

Table for Four?

This is basically the post that got me thinking about doing a blog again.  Every married Christmas (this is the second), Lisa and I make our way north back to Canton, Ohio where our parents both live (thank God).  We switch between parents’ houses each trip so this last one we were at her parents’ house.  Unfortunately, her mom had been sick the week before and was just getting over it and then her dad started to get sick just before we got there.  So, it was Lisa’s turn with the sick a day or two after we arrived.  I’m guessing my immunity might be due to my bout with Ebola-lite two weeks ago.  The result of the Wright family epidemic was the scrapping of dinner plans with them and dinner with my family instead.