By a miracle, the hubs and I made it back to the 801. We were supposed to go on a yurt trip to the Tetons, but by group decision, it was cancelled due to the avalanche danger. I guess I didn't realize how bummed I was about it because I had a dream about being in a backcountry ski hut last night. It wasn't a crazy Fritz dream where the snow was actually flowers that could talk or anything nutso like that...But I woke up SAD that the hubs and I wouldn't get to do some yurt hang time. Oh well.
Going home is always a trip. You spend so much time in a place (like your whole childhood and teenage years) and then you're gone for so long (like your whole adult life). On our last day, I went for a run around the Cobbs Hill Reservoir--that small act just brings back a flood of memories. How many hundreds of times had my legs pounded that route? How many Genny Lights had I consumed on that grassy slope? My street is still my street--and even though they've moved, the Curtins house is still the Curtins house. There were a bunch of kids playing on the street and on the snowbanks. Total memories of playing king of the hill on those snowbanks and playing tennis in the street.
Anyway, it was a great trip home. I watched so much TV. That's what HBO on demand will do to a person. When you think the first episode of Entourage is stupid, you'll watch 3 more episodes to make sure you're not being to rash in your judgment. And when you see how wrong first impressions can be, you'll stay up till 2am watching the whole 1st season. It was super relaxing and a lot of fun. Mom, the hubs and I also went to my favorite movie theater--the Little--to see "I've loved you so long" or something like that. Don't be deterred by the fact that its a french film (Sebastian! what are you doing?). It was really intense but VERY good. And I took a break from TV to read a couple books: all of which I recommend. Palace of Illusions by (can't remember); Loving Frank by Nancy Horan and the Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coehlo. I even ventured into nonfiction territory to read "In defense of Food" by the guy who wrote "Omnivore's Dilemma". I'm kind of more skimming through that one b/c some of it is tedious. But its still good though.
The hubs and motivated to go the gym a few times because that's what you do on the east coast in the winter. I did a couple of yoga classes and one day I got to lift with my little sister. She's a rugby whore (she tells me its a saying) and she totally kicked my ass. You think you're all cool because you can sort of ride a bike so that when your little sister is kicking your ass on the upper body exercises you don't worry because next comes the squats and leg presses. But I wasn't laughing when I had to take plates OFF after Mary was done instead of adding them. What can I say, it was pretty cool. I think I'm still sore actually.
So it was a great trip--but the hubs and I are psyched to be home. Hopefully we'll get a little New Year's pow to enjoy before heading to the Jowegawas Chinese New Year's party. 2009, holy crap.
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