The Joys of Solid Food

One of the reasons I adore the BBC's website is that it shows you what other people are searching for. Right now, other people are searching for: pussycat dolls, iceland, kenya. Gee, I'm pretty sure I know where the last two are, but the first item is probably on tour.

This has been rather a good Reading Week, though as usual I didn't get nearly enough work done. I flew in on Thursday the 15th and got myself home before getting up obscenely early for my wisdom teeth thing. It was... well, it was pretty much like pulling teeth. They gave me Halcion, which was relaxing though not as exciting as the name implies. Friday was a day of drooly sleep (just like every other Friday, what?) but in the evening I felt pretty good and was able to talk to Simone when she came over, bringing me two lovely little jewellery boxes and many photos of her family visit to Goa over Christmas. Everyone looked so happy and warm and full of delicious seafood; we were all extremely jealous!

The weekend was not eventful. I wore pajamas and ate a lot of jello and soup, before getting back onto semi-solid food on Sunday. Hooray. Keith came over (Katie was in Whistler) and we watched Running With Scissors, the extremely insane film version of Augusten Burroughs' memoirs. It was good, but don't watch it if you have a low tolerance for substance abuse, family dysfunction, and Freud.

Monday morning Mom and I left for Jasper, and got in a delicious half-day of skiing/riding at Marmot Basin. Tuesday morning was insane for me because I chose to take another run before our hot chocolate break and got stuck at the top of the mountain in weather like this:

With blowing snow, aw yeah. Because I couldn't see where "downhill" was, I took a couple of good sit-downs before getting down into the basin where the wind wasn't so bad. Happily for us, it turned bluebird in the afternoon, or at least non-apocalyptic. By the time Dad arrived on the 5:45 Greyhound, it was actually pretty nice out.

Wednesday was another brilliant day of skiing. I did a couple of runs on the delightful mogully powdery stuff off the Knob chair. The universe decided to freak me out by peopling the chair behind mine with two guys who talked the entire way up about how "they shouldn't even stop this chair, ever, because if you fall over getting off this chair, you shouldn't be on this chair." But I survived anyway, and was rewarded with scrumptious dinner at Andy's Bistro. This is one of the reasons it is good to go places with one's parents rather than with fellow cheap students: cup-o-soups < assorted salads, wild mushrooms on corn bread, and vegetable stuffed green peppers. Also, there was a rather edifying discussion of Chomsky's Language Acquisition Device which ended with Dad insisting that linguists are wrong to say there is an infinite number of sentences in the English language, because that's the whole point of infinity. I volunteered that Chuck Norris has counted to infinity. Twice.

Anyway. Skiing good. We managed to be the first car in the lot on Thursday morning, much to our satisfaction:

Thursday afternoon we drove back, and Friday we had Katie, Keith, and Laura over for dinner, which was most lovely. This is probably the only week that I have seen Keith sans Katie since high school, which is sort of bizarre, but hey! We'll take whoever turns up, particularly when they are as nice as Keith is. Katie was both late and early for dinner, leaving for a couple of hours to go to a horse acupuncture demonstration. Well may you ask: she says the horses enjoyed it.

The downside of this week's schedule was that I didn't have much time with Boopsie, because Model UN precluded her coming along to Jasper. I did get to see her a few nights and go "BYE!" at her extremely early on Saturday morning before Dad took me to the airport. But we'll make up for it when she comes to visit in March.