This week was our spring break, so most of our time was spent pretending the children weren’t playing video games and watching bad Disney TV. But I have a few photos to share.
One: Last weekend was Mo’s contemporary dance show, which involved transporting large numbers of costumes from the studio to the theater, and large amounts of dancing and portable snacks. Not my strong suit.
Sorry for the blurry photo, but it’s actually hard to take photos in the dark.
Two: After the performance, we drove up to the mountains, where spring has hit for real. The aspen trees are blooming (I didn’t know they did that, actually. Who knew?) and the snow in places was like mashed potatoes. But still, skiing beats not skiing.
Three: The day all four of us skied, Phoebe spent the morning saying she wanted to go home. We talked her into eating lunch on the mountain, and then she spent the afternoon racing us all down the hill. We are calling it a case of severe hypoglycemia-induced orneriness.
She was determined to ski her first black diamond, so we ended up on this horrible moguly run that had me frightened for her. But when she saw a shortcut off it to the run next door (as it were), she stood up and skied bumpity bump off the mogul run, leaving me trying to catch up. She did her first black without event, and then ran into a fire extinguisher getting out of the pool later and gave herself a huge egg on her head.
Four: I’m not normally into movies, but this week we watched several. First, we saw Hidden Figures. What a great film. How come I had never heard of these awesome women before? (Because they’re black, that’s why. Our country is so messed up.) The movie was great.
Five: Then we watched Wag the Dog, a 1997 comedy. (IMDb’s description: Shortly before an election, a spin-doctor and a Hollywood producer join efforts to fabricate a war in order to cover up a presidential sex scandal.) It’s rated R, but without graphic visuals on anything. The dialogue moves quickly and is so cynical. The commentary on our political scene is prescient. Who knew I’d ever be missing George W? Next up: Dave.
Six: And because one dark comedy isn’t enough, then we watched Dr. Strangelove or: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Bomb, a 1964 comedy about the insanity of the Cold War and fluoridation.
Seven: Now we’re headed down the mountain a day early, hoping to beat the storm that’s promising to freeze all the flowers on our peach tree.
Somehow the tree survived last year’s freeze. And despite what I thought in 8th grade, we all survived the Cold War. Here’s hoping.