Monday, March 29, 2010

Skidaddle


I still can't believe it all worked out.

I hadn't been skiing since 2007, when we visited the legendary Le Broussard in Whitefish, Montana. Having only learned to ski in 2005, I've had the good fortune to also ski in New Mexico, and Park City, Utah. It had become an annual occasion with my friends Mark and Bill until my pilates education became a timing barrier, so I was thankful to be at an accomplished place with that so 2010 could be about returning to the slopes. In all honesty, I have acquired an appropriate amount of ski garb and I refuse NOT to wear it.

Initially I had planned a Valentine's Day return to Montana but several challenges presented as the year progressed: a fund-raising event in town I needed to support, as well as extreme airfare for Mark and Bill (I'd redeemed a frequent flyer ticket). As the year culminated, my friend Erin, who had hosted us in Park City in 2006, purchased her first home there, and we decided to see it in person.

During my hiatus from skiing, Mark and Bill have continued an annual trip or, as I like to call it, ski-cheating. They've skiied Breckenridge, Colorado, as well as Park City again last year. We like Park City and Deer Valley, so it's an easy decision to return there, even moreso now that we've had our celebrity brush with Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick at the Empire Mountain Lounge at Deer Valley Resort.

Bill has become quite accomplished at attacking the blue slopes whereas I prefer a blue-green combination. This wasn't a problem, per se, until Saturday when Picabo Native Erin joined us and I decided to ski down a green trail to meet them at a lift and, as it turned out, that trail didn't terminate at the desired point. This left me alone to navigate my own personal 2-hour Odyssey and I've never been so happy as I was when I saw Bill skiing below me on the lift, oblivious to my perch 100 feet above ground. We finished the day skiing some really great trails down to a hearty lunch, and added greatly to our ski repertoire: 1.5 days at Deer Valley, 1 full day (scalped ticket, thank you Mitchell family) at Park City, quality time with Miss Erin and her precious canine Addie, apres ski at various locales, and sleeping until we felt like waking ... I miss it already!


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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Renewed Zest

Last Wednesday something peculiar happened. I suddenly lost my DSL connection a la casa. Since it's been as steady as this hair that grows out of the top of my right ear EVEN THOUGH I PLUCK THE SONOFABITCH WEEKLY I was rightfully concerned and equally as dreadful. Anytime there is an issue which prompts phoning a customer service center there is almost always a requirement or request for The Numbers. We hates The Numbers. Give us 30 hairy ears over recitation of account and password and IP settings any day ... I don't know them, I don't care to know them, and only when fully taxed will I relent and produce them. Since I only keep a telephone number for my DSL, I don't know it and have to look it up in the phone book maybe once each year. Similarly, I don't use the associated email account and am fairly sure I established the password in 2006. Are you feeling my pain yet?

Fortunately the woman at ATT was fantastic and made all of these attempts to check the line, then she reset my password to something I will remember. This made the whole "Still not working" thing slightly more palatable. So she sent out a tech, who actually called to let me know he was en route, meaning I didn't have to sit around and wait from 8 - 12. Long story short, he found nothing wrong, DSL still didn't work, so I had to call again on Friday and schedule another service for yesterday. I was away for the weekend so this wasn't a huge deal but I was really stoked yesterday when he finally fixed the issue (he'd missed a splice on his first visit) then setup my new wireless modem.

For anyone who has ever visited me and asked, casually, "Do you have Wi-Fi?" only to hear crickets chirping immediately followed by "Check out these new shoes I just got," you may now bring your little laptop or device or whatevz and feel the love of my wirelessness, promptly named RBJ_Empire. That's right, Empire.


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Monday, March 15, 2010

Downtime II

Good Lord. I had my Blogger contact incorrectly saved in my iPhone
contacts. No wonder this never posted. And when it did, I deleted the
text! Let's try this again, shall we?

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Downtime

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Thursday, March 04, 2010

Past. Present. Future.

 

In 2001 I sent my mare, Willow Bay, a thoroughbred by Count Eric (Riverman) and out of a Tudor Minstrel-bred mare (that's her jumping up the bank at Las Colinas Horse Trials in Irving, Texas, ca. 1999), to Canada to be bred to champion Canadian performance sire A Fine Romance.  Long story short, she stayed in Canada for a year, had her gorgeous healthy foal, then promptly colicked and had to be euthanized five days later leaving behind the orphan, Tiamo. Obviously this was a sad, tragic time and many people came together to ensure his survival. I was able to see him when he was about 5 weeks old and then again the next year before bringing him down to the States.

I sold him in February 2005 to an amazing owner and rider in Virginia, and he was started as a 4 year-old in 2006 and has been competed by professional three-day event rider Allison Springer. He's a lovely, fancy, amazing horse and has grown up to be exactly what I envisioned when I sent Willow away. He has been sold this week to a young lady and she's super excited to have such a nice horse to teach her about "the upper levels." Selfishly, I'm even more excited because, guess what, she lives in Memphis! That means he'll be nearby(ish) and hopefully I'll be able to see him regularly. 

Congratulations to Kristen, and a huge Thank You to so many, many people who supported me and Tiamo: Gail Rogers, Evan Haller, Sue Beard, Leslie Carter, Kim Gale, Kate Byron, Kaiti Saunders, Allison Springer ... and a long lengthy list I could continue typing but am sure I will forget names and so shall stop here.

To Susan Burney, who is watching from the next dimension, you did well when you plucked the mare out of a pasture in Hot Springs because you had a coincidental breeding to use and needed ovaries and a uterus! Your actions changed my life and I will never forget it.

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Monday, March 01, 2010

Something's Coming Over Me ...

I get my ability to stay out dancing all night from my father, apparently. That's him in the photograph this weekend in Mobile at my sister's surprise 20th Wedding Anniversary party, thrown for her by my brother-in-law. She was completely surprised, it was a fantastic party and I think everyone involved in executing it is so relieved to have it sewn up and put to bed. It's hard to keep a secret from someone you love, but well worth it in a situation like this. And now we return to our regularly scheduled lives ... for now!

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