I skied today!
We just had a 3-day 14-inch snowfall. I spent much of that time shoveling our driveway. I also drove to and from Buffalo, Minnesota in that blizzard, because I agreed to accompany our sales team to a client's office on Thursday March 1 , and they actually held that meeting, and didn't cancel it. It went OK. Apparently, while I was in Buffalo, all the managers behind, in the office, told everyone to go home early, and take their company laptops with them, so they could just work from home.
Friday, our company told us that if we had brought our laptops home, we didn't have to come in at all, we could just work from home. Even those of us in the call center were able to do so, because our phone calls route through our computers, and we could just redirect all those calls to our home phones. That went OK, too. My kids' schools announced that they were closed. But at 7:30 that morning, my husband called his office, and was told that they were open, and that if he stayed home, it would be deducted from his few vacation days that he has. So we shoveled him out the best we could. He backed out of our driveway...and got stuck with the back end of his car sticking out in to traffic, in the street in front of our house. And the plow was coming down our side of the street! A lady about my age stopped and tried to help us push my husband's car out. Then the plow driver stopped and also helped push my husband's car the rest of the way out of our driveway! Once he was all the way in the street, he was able to drive to work pretty well, because the roads were well plowed. Even though I tried to shovel Friday afternoon, he still had an easy time driving home, and a horrible time trying to drive up our driveway. He kept having to back up in to the street and try again to get up our icey, sloped driveway, until he finally made it.
Yesterday, Saturday, the clouds and snow flurries were finally gone. It was sunny out! I used a barn broom to get all the snow off my car. I felt like I was whittling a car out of a bar of white soap. And then I shoveled the rest of the snow out of our driveway. My husband and I tried to keep up with it while it was happening, but we did just give up and go in, on Friday afternoon. So, yesterday, we dragged our kids to a local neighborhood park, hopeing to get them to somehow play in the snow. But the snow wouldn't pack. It was all powder. So we couldn't really make a snowman, and most attempts to throw snowballs turned in to snow confetti in the air.
Today I stayed in, let my kids play video games all day, watched Mythbusters on tv, and surfed the internet on this laptop that's not even really mine. Then I got the idea that I should try to ski again. Learning to ski was one of my New Years resolutions, both this year AND last year. We only had one good snowfall before this, this year, on New Years' day. And I did take my husband's skis to a local school playground while my son was sledding. But I got frustrated and gave up. This time I drove to a local golf course, only about a mile from my house. I've seen other people ski in it, so I know other people do it all the time.
I got there, changed out of my sneakers in to an extra pair of wool socks. The skis and the bindings are my husband's , so I have to wear extra socks to fill out the shoes that go with the skis. Then I followed a ski trail left by others. Of course I fell all over the place. And when I fell , I fell in to 14 inches of powdery new snow . So the good news is it didn't hurt. And the bad news is it was like trying to pull myself out of quicksand each time I tried to get back up again. I'd push my hands down to try to push my body back up again, and my hands would just sink through the deep snow! Once, going down the smallest hill on earth, I fell so bad my foot pulled itself right out of the shoe. It did occur to me it was probably prettty stupid to go alone, and not even bring the cell phone.
Toward the end though, I caught on, and made it down a little hill by myself, and righted myself more easily when I fell over a few more times. Next Saturday, I agred to accompany my 13 year old daughter when her Scout troop goes downhill skiing at a ski resort. So I'm thinking I'll be able to honestly say I skied several times this year, by next New Years.
I checked my work email this evening. My boss sent me an email to say we have almost 300 open calls, questions that clients have called us about that we haven't answered yet, and I got to find a way to let our department bring that open call count to 190 or lower, by Friday. I don't even want to go in, tomorrow.
We just had a 3-day 14-inch snowfall. I spent much of that time shoveling our driveway. I also drove to and from Buffalo, Minnesota in that blizzard, because I agreed to accompany our sales team to a client's office on Thursday March 1 , and they actually held that meeting, and didn't cancel it. It went OK. Apparently, while I was in Buffalo, all the managers behind, in the office, told everyone to go home early, and take their company laptops with them, so they could just work from home.
Friday, our company told us that if we had brought our laptops home, we didn't have to come in at all, we could just work from home. Even those of us in the call center were able to do so, because our phone calls route through our computers, and we could just redirect all those calls to our home phones. That went OK, too. My kids' schools announced that they were closed. But at 7:30 that morning, my husband called his office, and was told that they were open, and that if he stayed home, it would be deducted from his few vacation days that he has. So we shoveled him out the best we could. He backed out of our driveway...and got stuck with the back end of his car sticking out in to traffic, in the street in front of our house. And the plow was coming down our side of the street! A lady about my age stopped and tried to help us push my husband's car out. Then the plow driver stopped and also helped push my husband's car the rest of the way out of our driveway! Once he was all the way in the street, he was able to drive to work pretty well, because the roads were well plowed. Even though I tried to shovel Friday afternoon, he still had an easy time driving home, and a horrible time trying to drive up our driveway. He kept having to back up in to the street and try again to get up our icey, sloped driveway, until he finally made it.
Yesterday, Saturday, the clouds and snow flurries were finally gone. It was sunny out! I used a barn broom to get all the snow off my car. I felt like I was whittling a car out of a bar of white soap. And then I shoveled the rest of the snow out of our driveway. My husband and I tried to keep up with it while it was happening, but we did just give up and go in, on Friday afternoon. So, yesterday, we dragged our kids to a local neighborhood park, hopeing to get them to somehow play in the snow. But the snow wouldn't pack. It was all powder. So we couldn't really make a snowman, and most attempts to throw snowballs turned in to snow confetti in the air.
Today I stayed in, let my kids play video games all day, watched Mythbusters on tv, and surfed the internet on this laptop that's not even really mine. Then I got the idea that I should try to ski again. Learning to ski was one of my New Years resolutions, both this year AND last year. We only had one good snowfall before this, this year, on New Years' day. And I did take my husband's skis to a local school playground while my son was sledding. But I got frustrated and gave up. This time I drove to a local golf course, only about a mile from my house. I've seen other people ski in it, so I know other people do it all the time.
I got there, changed out of my sneakers in to an extra pair of wool socks. The skis and the bindings are my husband's , so I have to wear extra socks to fill out the shoes that go with the skis. Then I followed a ski trail left by others. Of course I fell all over the place. And when I fell , I fell in to 14 inches of powdery new snow . So the good news is it didn't hurt. And the bad news is it was like trying to pull myself out of quicksand each time I tried to get back up again. I'd push my hands down to try to push my body back up again, and my hands would just sink through the deep snow! Once, going down the smallest hill on earth, I fell so bad my foot pulled itself right out of the shoe. It did occur to me it was probably prettty stupid to go alone, and not even bring the cell phone.
Toward the end though, I caught on, and made it down a little hill by myself, and righted myself more easily when I fell over a few more times. Next Saturday, I agred to accompany my 13 year old daughter when her Scout troop goes downhill skiing at a ski resort. So I'm thinking I'll be able to honestly say I skied several times this year, by next New Years.
I checked my work email this evening. My boss sent me an email to say we have almost 300 open calls, questions that clients have called us about that we haven't answered yet, and I got to find a way to let our department bring that open call count to 190 or lower, by Friday. I don't even want to go in, tomorrow.
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