Friday, April 6, 2012

Friday, April 6

Yesterday was my last day of skiing on my lunch breaks for the season.  If I go both Saturday and Sunday, which I will, I will have spent 90 days on my skis, 86 of them on the ski area.  That whittles the price of my ski pass down to just under $9/day.   I am happy with the season and happy to free up my lunch breaks to do some you instead, try to undo everything I shortened and tightened all season.


I had a nice yoga class last night, 6 students, hard workers, they just show up and TRY.  It is very rewarding.  I am adding a Monday class to April and May, which will be nice.  I would like to keep moving in that direction of teaching more.


Kidlings came back over last night and we have a full weekend ahead of us.  Skiing after school for them today, a stroll downtown to the end of the season street dance, dyeing eggs in the mornings, skiing all day, hunting for eggs on Sunday morning, skiing all day, then JC is hoping to take them out to the desert for some spring camping on their spring break week next week if the weather is good, and I am hoping we can get to Chaco Canyon the following weekend if the weather is good enough in New Mexico.

The end of the ski season is nice, kind of cool to have a definite ending to a season instead of it just slowly melding into the next, although we are faced with extremely uncertain weather for the next 2 months. It could be anything, except for hot and humid.


Today is Sister's birthday - 44!  Nice number.  I expect this will be a year of change and transformation for her.  In honor of her, I will share a story from our younger days that alwasy amuses us.  A few days ago I heard the Dead song "Feel Like A Stranger."  Great song.  Timeless.   Jerry's unique guitar style shining through.

Anyway, when I was in college in North Carolina, we visited my grandparents in West Virginia over a weekend.  For reasons I cannot remember, we drove 2 cars - may parents in one, Sister and me in the other.  Belle, WV is about 4 hours from my college and on the way back, Sunday afternoon, our plan (my father's plan) was to follow each other to my college where I would remain with one car and Sister and Parents would continue on to their home in Durham.

Needless to say, we felt the need to smoke pot on that return drive (no surprise) yet we didn't have any.  After some serious problem-solving, the Sparacino sisters, in a stroke of unprecedented genius, decided the best way to get high and avoid detection by our parents, who were driving in a car directly ahead of us on the highway, was to put RC Cola in our bong and scrape up enough resin to take resin hits.  That way, we didn't have to stop for water, as the RC Cola was already in the car, and despite a lingering headache, we would be able to handle the drive back and the reality that our favorite grandparent was dying of lung cancer.  Oh, and my parents had just found out that my boyfriend was psychotic and had become abusive towards me.  See?

So we went for it and were remarkable successful.  Whilst doing this, "Feel Like a Stranger" was playing, and there is a line in the song where Bobby says, ..."just like the reds and blues..." but we heard it as "...just like the resin buzz...".  So when I heard this song at ski valet when I was picking up my skis for my lunch break, I started giggling to myself, and in fact, I think I laughed the whole time I skied.

Because we didn't just get baked, smoking old resin (Ghetto Hash) through the cheapest Appalachian cola drink ever made, we lost my parents.  I still don't understand what happened.  One minute we are cruising along, feeling smug about our success at finding a Must Get High With Few Resources and Remain Under The Radar solution, laughing about the twist in lyrics on the stereo, and the next minute, we were scratching our heads, scanning both sides of the highway for their Mazda.

Puzzlement quickly turned to hilarity, as we (naughty sisters) found that angering our father held mirth (can you blame us?) and we trudged on to my dorm room, laughing wildly and slapping our legs the whole time.

You can guess how enraged our father was as we strolled into my dorm and they were waiting for us.  Keep in mind this is long before cell phones were in existence.

Happy Birthday Sister! 

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