“Eat Ham!” -Tom the Turkey
It is strange to walk down the halls of Gehring and hear… nothing. We’ve become so accustomed to living with 65 adolescents and all the energy that comes with it. In fact, when we have friends over for dinner and the sounds of our neighbors enter our apartment, Pete and I don’t even notice until our friends offer us a questioning look.
It makes me think of when we lived with sled-dogs. When you spend months with 30 dogs just outside, it’s easy to become oblivious to the occasional barking and howling. Actually, I always noticed the howling. The sound of 30 dogs under a clear cool sky lit by a bright moon is a hard one to ignore. It’ s somehow mysterious, ominous, and comforting, all at the same time.
I guess that leap to sled-dogs reveals that, like everyone else (it seems), I have winter on my mind. Pete (Mr. Hedden) has already hit the slopes twice and has alluded to the fact that he may be sore tomorrow. Oh, the sympathy! We’re both avid telemark skiiers- you might even say, obcessed! It just feels SO GOOD to drop a knee and feel the skis grab and carve as you rise and ready for the next turn. Bodies in balance- in motion- that’s the magic. Whether it’s surfing a river wave in a kayak, riding a smooth walk/canter transition on a horse, or following gravity on snow, the result is the same. It feels darn good. I missed a lot of the ski season last year, largely because of my new mothering responsibilities. For a recap of what I missed, here’s a link to a ski video Pete made last year.
Hope all are enjoying the Thanksgiving holiday. I’m always sure to “give thanks” to family, to friends, and, of course, to the turkey!
Until next week, Gloggers,