Monday, August 11, 2008
Birthday snow part one
Snow for my birthday made things perfect, even though I've got the 'flu most unpleasantly and was feeling about 1/4 conscious. And I'm older now than I was before.
But then again, I'm even older now than when I typed that last sentence.
Anyway. The snow was fantastic! It had been cleared to the summit, and there were hardly any people there. We were in work clothes, but cruised around for quite a while, taking loads of photos, plunging through the snow, getting snow down my boots.
On the way back down, some lady in suitably sensible snow gear said to me, "I bet you're regretting wearing that skirt!" I said I wasn't, because it meant I didn't have trousers that were getting soaked instead. I mean, my knees were somewhat cold, but it wasn't too bad. And I'm that sort of impractical girl.
By gosh, I love snow.
"That was Chinquo. He was my friend. As children, we played together in forest. My father warn us, 'No go too far, for there are hunter at t' edge of forest.' But Chinquo curious, he always say, 'Bollo, please, please let us go to edge of forest,' over and over and over. And so finally, one day, I chopped his head off. Cup of tea anyone?" - Bollo, The Mighty Boosh.