Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Back to Work

I can't believe my last post was already over 10 days ago. Time certainly does fly when you're having fun.

I'm back from our what seems like very short holiday, but was actually 10 lovely days. And it's now time to get back to work. But first, how about another installment of my very own Walt Griswold à la National Lampoon's Vacation? Ready? Pull up a chair and pour yourself a good cuppa. Here we go...

As any of you who has read some bit of my blog knows, there are moments in my daily life when I just have to stop and wonder how this ever happened to me. I'm a pretty level-headed person. Logical. Feet on the ground type of person. And yet somehow, hubby knows how to get the better of me.

Today's tale takes place in a small ski resort in the Pyrenées in the south of France. The children are all tucked away: the two oldest in ski lessons, the littlest in the garderie. We finally have a few hours to ourselves to ski. And so off we go.

Now, neither one of us has skied in what must be eons for various reasons so we were very happy to have some time to conquer something other than the beginner slope we had been skiing with the girls. We headed for the chair lift to take it to its destination. But that destination, I was told, was not good enough. We must go higher. And so higher we went, up to the next elevation. Still not high enough. We must go ALL the way to the top, I am told. And so to the top we head. At this point I was beginning to understand what Gladys, my pet guinea pig when I was younger, must have felt when at the slightest sign of danger she would scamper up to the highest point she could, usually my shoulder and beyond. Higher must be better.

If, as they say, hindsight is 20/20, I definitely need new glasses. Based on past experiences, one would think that I would have at some point stopped and thought about this venture. Had I done that, memories of getting lost in the forest, having to steal napkins for toilet paper, and watching innocent kitchen appliances meet their untimely deaths would have come rushing back as blatent reminders that things don't always go as planned when the planner is my husband. I don't know why I didn't stop to question him but perhaps it's like that other well-known expression, hope springs eternal. Maybe this time will be the time when things go as planned. Or perhaps it's just sheer naivete. Whatever it is, once we reached the top of the mountain, I once again found myself in a bit of a pickle.

I had made one and only one stipulation to my husband when we first started out on our few hours of skiing. One single request. No mogels. I thought it wise given the time that had lapsed since we had last skied, given the fact that it was our first hour on a real slope, and given the fact that if any bones were to be broken, we had no other adults around to get us and the 3 children back home.

I thought I had clearly stated my request. In fact, I'm sure I did. On several occasions. No mogels. Not today. And yet, upon reaching the tippety top of the mountain, I was greeted by a glistening slope covered in what looked suspiciously like large bumps. Big bumps. Mogels. I was not pleased. Not wanting to transmit another potentially cryptic message to him, I was sure to be very clear about my opinion on the current state of affairs. I'm pretty sure he understood and as a result, he set about trying to amend the situation by skiing over the other side of the slope and up to the top and assuring me he had found the solution for us. All I had to do was ski over and we were home free. No mogels.

Bells should have started ringing in my head you're all thinking. Like when you hear the scary music in a horror film. As spectators we wonder why the actors always look behind that door or stop the car to check or answer the phone. Well, I can tell you it's because they, like me, don't hear the warning bells. Once again, my bells failed me and I'm blaming it on the altitude. I skied over and up. And was greeted by a great pack of pine trees. Masses of mogels behind me. Packs of pine trees in front of me.

But I was determined to avoid the mogels (most likely out of sheer obstinance at this point), and so I choose the latter and we were going hors piste as we say here in France. I will have to admit to being slightly less than gracious as I sputtered and swore my way through the trees and unpacked snow. This will not be translated into a Chichiboulie illustration anytime soon. It wouldn't fit the PG rating.

We did eventually make it to a genuine slope where hubby tried to assure me that there used to be a path that would have allowed us an easier cut-through than the pine trees "path". He was sure of it.

Except, as I reminded him, things change in 10+ years. And if he wasn't convinced of this, he need only look at his head where, 10 years ago, there used to be hair.

20 minutes to make it to the top of the mountain. 5 minutes to ski down. A memory, once again, to last a lifetime.

14 comments:

christyzee said...

very nice blog!
blessings...

Jamie said...

haha, I am glad you made it down safely. And also that you got a nice relaxing vacations with the kids.

Hope Spencer said...

What a beautiful picture--and an adventure to remember! Here's to vacations, and I'm glad you're back!

Jennifer Rose said...

glad everyone made it back safe and had fun :)

"he need only look at his head where, 10 years ago, there used to be hair."
snicker :p not at him not having hair, but its a good thing to say to illustrate the point

LilyHaven said...

Sounds like you had quite an adventure. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Welcome back home.

Shannon

Kala said...

LOL! well at least you got back safely :D

gretchenmist said...

u are very brave!
that landscape looks divine.

aliceinparis said...

lol! Well, you made it through and I am positive had some lovely skiing after your introduction to the pine trees:)

Swirlyarts said...

Hahahahah - sounds like you had fun!! I'd have taken my ski's off and walked down!

myminimocs said...

love the pictures and the telling of your wonderful adventure!!! glad you made it down in one piece - you go girl!!!

Giffysk8s said...

I am literally ROFL! Almost this exact thing happened to me! I grew up in sunny Los Angeles. I had NO IDEA that in the snowy, freezing mountains, your runny nose stuff freezes to your upper lip and that other, well, stuff, freezes before it hits the bottom of the outhouse. LOL Nor did I really understand that trees don't, in fact, move out of your way. Ski poles tend to fly out of your hands despite the thin little straps meant to keep them attached. And a tumbling woman can, in fact, turn into a giant snow-woman as she rolls down a hill and ends up as a giant blob of snow, and simply cannot get up because her legs/skis are bent in ways nature never intended. Oh,,,and ALWAYS wear overall ski pants, especially if you'd rather not moon everyone coming down the hill behind you as they witness one of your infamous yard sale tumbles. I can twirl and spin and dance in ice skates, but please oh please don't ever put me on skis again! So...want to go skiing with me? LOL

Chichiboulie said...

Oh I would have LOVED to see that!!

Sadly, I'm actually not a bad skier. I just didn't want to do bumps our first day out. No bumps. Apparently too much to ask for!

Some day I may actually catch on to my husband's way of thinking and maybe, just maybe I'll beat him to it. One day....

Nicole said...

A fantastic post! It's so good to see what other's have done on their holidays!

Sigmosaics said...

ha ha ha!!! great post Gretchen :D it's a shame your tree dodging isn't on video!

thanks for sharing :)