private life

On Thursday morning we slipped the city to ski for a few hours as a family.  We tried to keep it under wraps because it was a gym day for Beach.  I am sure the fact that she has a season pass would not please the head coach.

On Friday, after a morning workout, Beach came home quietly.  It helped that we also had Baby J to run home from her gymnastics class.  Or at least that what's I thought at the time. I hadn't realized how tired Beach was. 
  

I don't recall the afternoon being anything special; calm and simple.  A trip to the bookstore, a fresh backed carrot cake hold the frosting, and the original Charlie And The Chocolate Factory. 

The day faded into night.  We had a dinner of steamy pasta smothered in spicy tomato sauce. It was the calm before the storm.  We spent the night playing Parcheesi.  Beach icing her arm watching the Olympics.

Saturday afternoon we drove out to Sandy to pick up Sophie. A soft blur of the girls trying on high heels and eating Oreos in her mom's apartment before heading back home.  

By 6:30 PM I was back in the car moving through the center of the city to drop the girls for a little ice skating and meeting up with more friends. 

We passed the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances in the city park, trains clicking by, headlights & taillights, traffic lights, and towering glass buildings. They slipped off laughing closing the car door behind them, stopping to wave good-bye one more time.

Before 10 PM it was a reverse course for pickup. 

The wind blew all night long.

Sunday morning 9:30 AM we drove the interstate chasing Baby J and her parents through the rain that changed to snow, to Crystal Hot Springs (an hour north of SLC). 

We spent a few hours with them soaking in the pools of hot water as the snow fell.  The big white flakes stinging our shoulders and sticking to our hair.  Baby J floating and talking, her arms around my neck, calling out for Beach as Beach slipped beneath the water.

We drove home, snow changing back to rain, changing to low grey skies that knew nothing of the winter that was coming.  

That night Beach's friend India appeared for a sleepover.  Beach's room was draped with sheets and blankets.  The sound of laughter slipping out into the house as the snow began to catch the valley.

Monday morning, a holiday, with a breakfast of fried doughy scones and baked apples.  A couple of hours of playing in the snow and back to the Parcheesi board. Before lunch India was gone.

Beach didn't have gym and I was let out of work.  The snow fell for hours.

Sophie turned back up in time for dinner; taco soup and cheesy quesadillas.  They walked out in the snowy night bundled up in layers of jackets for an ice cream cookie shake that they spilt eating it over the heat of the wood burning stove.

Sophie was picked up around 9PM.  The night getting cold and thin.

Tuesday morning BC nursing a cold crawled out of bed early to ski.  He sectioned two halves of a grapefruit, one for me the other for himself.  We drank coffee and I stared out the window at the snowy branches.  I have caught his cold but it doesn't matter- the long weekend is over.

Before he left he cleared my car of the heavy snow encasing it.   

I didn't take any of the photos I normally would have.  I have been thinking about whether or not I want to keep blogging.  I am still thinking about it, wondering how much more I have to say.