Nope, went skiing with my daughter, who had the day off. And what did I learn from that experience?
- My daughter is now pretty darn fast--if I turn at all, she can pass me. But on the steeps, I still have her. Well, for perhaps this season.
- She is pretty darn fast, humor-wise as well. On the last gondola ride of the day, one of the other riders was giving candy-bars to his skiing partners, and then offered my daughter one. She hesitated, joking that she does not take candy from strangers. I spent the next 15 minutes laughing.
- I was initially reluctant to go since I had a miserable car experience last night before the big game--stuck in a ditch in the snow on an unpaved road. But my daughter cajoled me/guilted me into going, and it was quite worth it. The conditions were better than I expected, despite the fact that it has snowed far more in the the mid-Atlantic states than up here. So, I learned, dangerously, that my daughter can be right and I can be wrong. Not a good lesson as we enter her second year of teenager-ness this week.