I drove Jumper Girl to the airport. She's working two shifts tomorrow (building up shift-exchange credits for January and February). We talked about the death penalty--we're agin it, except we agreed that it was better for Saddam to be put to death) and other things.
A few miles of quiet, then out of the blue
"Thanks, Mommy, for another wonderful trip."
One of the Saddam topics: unpacking the maxim: "hard cases make bad law".
My cousin Bill (who is about 5 months older than I am) and I have been reminiscing about our youth, skiing in the Sierras. Our families grew up skiing at Sugar Bowl -- our fathers, brothers, jointly purchased a condo there. That was back in the day when there was no direct car access--you parked the vehicle and took the Magic Carpet into the resort.
Oh, my, how we prayed for a big windstorm to come up Sunday at noon, so the Carpet would shut down and we could stay another day. I am not sure it ever happened, neither is Bill, but it must have happened at least once for us to be so prayerful.
The lunchtime drill was this: leave the skis at the base of the lift. Walk back to the condo (Snow White 6, Ditz Central) -- usually in the company of a gaggle of friends. I remember as many as 25 kids invading--the nine cousins, plus a friend or two each. Clomp down the entry hallway and remove boots at the long bench outside.
Begin the mass production of Ditz Denver Sandwiches: Ingredients:
Thomas English Muffins, Fork Split.
Butter, room temperature
Whole dill pickles, thinly sliced longwise, rather thin
Packaged sliced ham (the square, pre-sliced lunchmeat kind)
Longhorn cheddar cheese rather thin (it comes in bricks, not rounds)
Broil the Engish muffins
Butter the English muffins
Stack the dill pickles, ham, and cheese on the English muffins
Yesterday in Idaho was snowy, with moments of total occlusion, when the cloud bank came down on the mountain. I thought I was in good shape, but evidently not. We quit about 2 pm, and my legs were like jelly.
Today was clear and beautiful with a bit of wind. I didn't feel such a prat, as legs held out for hours. Wheee!
Dinner tonight with my cousin Bill on my father's side, plus wife and daughters.
Skiing tomorrow and dinner with my cousin Jim on my mother's side, plus wife and daughters.
I’m tired of the insinuations about Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) because his dead father was a Muslim. I’m tired of the insinuations about his middle name—Hussein—and the racist/bigoted insinuations that I’ve seen on the Right that flow from there. I’m even tired of the assertion that the senator isn’t even really a black American (whatever that means to a group of people who are demonstrably of mixed-race for the most part) because he has a white mother and a non-American black—i.e. African—father.