My beery lies over the ocean ...

3.1.2k3
Thursday, 07 March, 2003

I have a wonderful friend who's a super skier and it's thrilling to watch her shred the slopes. She seems to have been born on them skis, as she commands them effortlessly, as if they were a part of her anatomy. A lovely List Member and I drove up Tahoe recently and met up with my special skiing friend. She and some of her pals had rented a house up there for a weekend of alpiney sports. Let me tell you about the house. It was nice enough: It had comfy sofas, a huge fireplace and a big kitchen that a lot of folks could stand around in jawing at each other. What was curious about this joint was the decor. There were vintage sleds on EVERY wall. Million-year-old skis mounted above the dining room table. Lots of other bits of yesteryear's snow sports equipment covered every square inch that didn't have a "Rosebud" nailed to it. There were also cutsey framed illustrations of bears in the snowy woods, deer in the snowy woods, woodchucks in the snowy woods ... ya get the idea. If that wasn't strange enough, the next morning's ride to the ski resort revealed the neighbors' houses - glorified in all manner of alpine decoration. My question is, if one builds or buys a house in a snow-sports locale, are they obligated to decorate their places like that? I don't know. Need to investigate. I spent the rest of the day thinking about it while falling down in the snow.

Tonight: Zeitgeist. It's going to be nice out tonight, so why not throw a few back and get some charcoal-grilled meats while yr at it. And hobnob w/ pals? Sounds like Christmas to me.


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