I keep getting worse and worse as a blogger. This is why I gave it up the first time. I just couldn't get in the habit of regularly posting. Ah well, I remembered, so here I am...more details that you probably don't care about from my life. Care to join? Yes? You're crazy, and crazy bored, but oh well, here we go...
First, the running front (always the most important, since this is theoretically a running blog). I successfully ran every day for about a week and a half, was feeling good, like things might actually be turning around. Then I couldn't run for a few days, and found that my foot was feeling remarkably better. So I have once again taken the bench, and am not running. At first, my foot felt like it might make it all the way to fully healed. This last week or so though I've noticed the discomfort creeping back. So I don't know what to do really. When I'm back from the ski trip, I will start running again. Because I'm tired of twiddling my thumbs. If I'm going to run, I need to run. If not, I need to move on.
Next...well, guess I could say something about the crazy Christmas EMS shift. Don't know if it has been put forth in this blog, or if you know (do I even know you?), but I am an EMT with HCESD-1 in one of my other lives. I took the Christmas Day day shift (that makes sense, I promise) and then was asked to also take the Christmas Eve night shift. So instead of the normal 6am to 6am 24 hour shift, I ended up doing a backwards 6pm to 6pm 24 hour shift. It was Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. It SHOULD have been a quiet shift, becuase everyone SHOULD have been eating turkey or ham dinner, and going to bed in breathless anticipation of the presents that they would get the next morning. But no. There were assaults, there were shootings, there were stabbings, domestic arguments, car wrecks, attempted suicides....my truck didn't answer all of those calls, but that is a sampling of what was happening. It was crazy, I got no sleep that night, and still had quite a few calls during the day. As my partner on the night shift said, "the natives are restless." Apparently Christmas is an excuse for one ethnic group to get drunk, another to blow shit up, and a third to shoot each other. I leave it to you to figure out which is which. Such are the stereotypes where I work.
I was going to share details, but I'm not supposed to talk about calls with people, and I don't know what level of detail would be acceptable, and what level would get me in hot water should anyone find this blog. So I'll leave it alone. Suffice to say people can survive some pretty impressive things. And people call EMS for the stupidest reasons.
What else? I'm not at home, so I can't look at my calendar to mentally go back and try to figure out what happened since I last wrote. Not sure I'll try....
Which brings me to the title. As I write this I sit in Montana, where my family goes for the annual ski trip. This year is particularly good, as we are joined by family from the east coast, whom i have seen so few times that I can count them on one hand. But somehow we always pick up right where we left off, and its fantastic. Suffice to say family-wise, it is an excellent trip.
The snow was supposed to be good, but I found it to be choppy and inconsistent. More importantly, our little hidey-hole of a resort, supposedly only known to the locals, has been discovered. This is evident not only by the drastically enlarged lift lines, (HA HA, enlarged....points if you get the "HA HA" reference) but also by the fact that you can see so many people here this year are the rich snobby fashion skiers and snowboarders. The clue in my opinion is the fur-trimmed coats. They are obnoxious. Only slightly worse are the full two-piece snow suits. Not snow suits in the sense of one-piece heavy duty mountaineering outfits, but "suit" as in the top and bottom are made to match, and are clearly more concerned with fashion than function. Worst of all, these folks tend to gum up the lift lines and the runs, because they are not particularly good at anything related to skiing or snowboarding. They just get in the way, and imagine that they look good doing it.
Ah well. Someone has to do it...
I'm pretty sure I had some other deep intellectual anecdote, but I can't remember it.
Lucky you.
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