It seems as though there are times in which we run headfirst into our own mortality. Repetition in exciting and fun, but potentially dangerous, activities is asking for trouble. It’s only a matter of time, no matter how careful, we will trip up, it’s human nature, we expect the same result (definition of insanity) a “grandly fantastic day” every time, and the unthinkable happens and we/I end up with a bum leg. I haven’t skied but once in the past week, I broke my streak at 110 days. After having moved so very fast down hill I have come to a stand still, moments seem like time is in slow motion. The usual cooking of breakfast is slowed to a crawl, the pop and hiss of my eggs appears to be grossly elongated because there is no rush to get me to the gondola line, totally bummed.
But Boom! there are a great many things that need to be done. Finished my taxes, Boom! Reorganized my website, Boom! (3waves.smugmug.com check out Steamboat under Landscapes) I have showered regularly, Boom! (seriously there is a direct negative ratio of ski:shower days) I’m about to finish reading a book, Boom! What to do with all the time? Pretty big fan of making other peoples days it doesn’t take much, Give wine to my coworkers, Boom!
Soon I will heal and be back on the snow, I will cherish the day, Boom!