We are up here, at about 8200 feet, in a little cabin by a big river, and yesterday it was almost hard to tell it was NYE. Reading a few online blog posts and FB updates last night gave me a sense of things. But, really, it's great up here, and it's easy to look out the window at the snowy frozen river and see the chance for a bright and glittery new year.
Yesterday, we went skiing, and I skied for the first time! It was a lot of fun, and I seem to be free of any major injuries. Hubby grew up skiing and even lived in Vail for six years, so he is an expert, and it gave him great joy to see the whole family skiing down the hill, pizza wedges and all.
Après ski, we had hot chocolate and played games the kids made up. Then we watched "Because of Winn Dixie." After the kids' bedtime, Hubby and I relaxed and read*. He isn't a big reader of fiction, but he's gotten completely sucked into the Hunger Games series. I read a little bit of dissertation stuff and then dug back into my biography of Georgianna, Duchess of Devonshire by Amanda Foreman. I am the bookworm of the family, and seeing Hubby caught up in a novel, as we read side by side, made he as happy as he was when the family skied together. The good port and chocolate tied it all together.
It was a great, balanced day--injury free--and it hope it signifies the New Year. I could use some balance.
Today, however, that balance is on the brink, and it all rests on Tim Tebow and the Broncos. I hope for a win so I will have a happy Hubby for NYD.
Happy New Year, Everbody!
*We are without cable or satellite TV and, thus, are without House Hunters International. We miss it, but evening reading time has been fantastic.