Ski Weekend

We went skiing this past weekend.

No we're really not a ski-type family. We've gone for a ski weekend once a year for the past three years. I don't think anyone could mistake us as mogul-monsters or snowboard-snobs.

But it's fun.

Joe and Alaina take off down the slopes with their friends. And, for the most part, play it safe. Norah and I hit the towrope, while Elisha tried to keep the baby entertained. I definitely got the better assignment.

But for some reason, I'm sore. Still, today as I write this, my muscles are telling me to "cool it."

Maybe its from pulling Norah up the slope on the towrope? Naw, couldn't be that.

Could it be from having to carry her down the slopes, giving her the impression that she was skiing? Can't imagine that would have anything to do with it.

What about getting in the car right after skiing for the drive home, spending 3 hours in the back seat, keeping the baby entertained? Please.

None of those reasons sound even remotely plausible.

And they won't sound plausible again next year, will they? No one said I was very bright.

After all, if I were, would I agree to take on raising $5,000 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society in THIS ECONOMY? Two years ago, at this point in my fundraising effort, I was within $400 of my goal. This time around? Oh, well, let's see...yep...I still need to raise $3,000.

Yikes!

Thanks aren't enough for the friends and family that have helped me to this point. Quite honestly, I don't know where I'd be without you. Well...that's not entirely true...I know where I'd be...I would need to raise $5,000, and even more stressed out!

Maybe my muscle aches are a metophor for the financial aches and pains that we're all facing. Do you think there's a tow rope big enough to pull us out of this financial valley? I sure hope so.

I remember something Franklin Roosevelt once said, “We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.”

There is hope for this economy. Just as there is hope for a cure. If enough of us grab the towrope and pull to the top, we'll see the horizon.