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10/15/2006: "The New Improved Joy of Earthquakes"
Tonight I bought my season pass for Eaglecrest, our city owned ski resort. Now I can’t wait for it to snow! For me the first snow is a huge deal, an event to be celebrated. Snow makes everything seem quiet, clean and unbelievably beautiful.
I’ve already pulled out my ski gear and my ski pants are way too tight. Because I’m so short I had to buy from the “young boy” sizes, which translates to “no hips”. If I don’t wear any layers I can *barely* get them zipped up but then I can *barely* breathe in them as well. I’ve hired a personal trainer and my goal is not to lose weight exactly, but just to get those damn ski pants to fit comfortably.
I’ve already started doing a little morning yoga and a fast a.m. walk on my treadmill. It’s fun to be getting fit again though I have a loooooooong way to go. Plus, I don’t want to get too obsessed with it, that’s why I find it important to still drink beer and eat cheeseburgers.
Tonight I did so with a friend I haven’t hung out with in awhile and later went to check out their new apartment downtown. I was told that I look “really good”, which translates to “better than usual”. I said "It’s because I’m happy", which is true.
The only downside to an otherwise perfect weekend (multiple dinners out, a Spanish language movie, drinks and bluegrass at the local pub, long phone calls from both Rick and David, a day without rain, and a 3 hour nap) was that I didn’t paint at all. I did get about 15 brushes cleaned though, and I washed *all* my dishes including the dirty stuff I’d tucked away into cupboards the last time I had visitors (shhhh).
BTW, did you hear about the earthquake on the Big Island of Hawaii? The epicenter was in Kailua/Kona, where I went for nearly 2 weeks this summer. Scary! We don't seem to get earthquakes here in Southeast Alaska like the ones they have in other parts of the state. I went through a lot when I lived in Anchorage; there is something exciting about feeling the entire earth move beneath you. It reminds you how small you are, and how ultimately little control we have.
I've probably told this story before but the first earthquake I was ever in, my bed was shaking and I thought it was because the people in the room next to me were having sex...stuff starting falling off the walls and I thought...Damn!