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When the President said, “All in all, this has been a tough week,” in our nation I couldn’t have agreed more.  Every headline was awful—bombings, manhunts, explosions, and Congress waffling on gun control.  Man’s free will in a variety of ways, shapes, and forms at its ugliest.  It was sickening. Desperate for something cheery I stopped at the store to buy some flowers.  Fresh cut anything in a vase makes me smile.  Flowers are my best comfort food—aromatherapy minus the calories. When I asked the florist what she had that

I heard it hit the ground as I was stepping out of my car.  It was the penny I’d found a hundred miles earlier that had fallen out of my pocket.  A woman at the Starbucks in Vail had dropped it and couldn’t be bothered in her sky high heels to pick it up.  Apparently she had no fear of slipping on the ice outside in those shoes, but a misstep in line for espresso would have been too much.  Her indifference was amusing. I was still snickering about it when

I’ve been talking about getting new skis for a long time now but stepping off the curb to make such a big purchase has been hard.  I’m not convinced new equipment will improve things and I’m one of those folks that secretly laugh at the perfectly outfitted person who can barely get off the lift.  My skiing has improved though and since it’s one of the few sports where I can still keep up with my kids the investment seems worthy. So off I went last week to the experts