memnus | Apparently, those are my legs.

Skiing today. Got up early, despite ugly insomnia last night (a disk worth of Six Feet Under seems to help that, even if it just makes me three hours more tired), and headed out to A-Basin. This, unfortunately, is the sort of resort that caters much more to my father and brother's taste in skiing than mine, that is to say, short bumpy runs rather than long smooth ones. I was feeling pretty dead in the morning, so took a half hour off before lunch, but got back on my feet after that and did pretty well. Those muscles haven't been used in a long time, though, so I'm pretty sore. Never mind that my brother let me try out his slalom skis - 20cm shorter than I'm used to, high bindings and deep edge cuts. All you have to do is look at them funny to make them turn; the problem, then, is that they immediately want to turn back the other way, and you're better off if you let them. This puts a whole lot of work onto your knees and quads.

Came back for a soupy dinner sort of stuff with my dad's closer family - his two sisters and their father. Decent enough crowd, even if my grandfather isn't entirely pleasant to spend long hours with, then a small gift exchange. What should I infer when my brother and I both got "deluxe manicure set"s? I hope it's only that my uncle was having a lot of fun getting random appliance things. On the other hand, it means that I have no choice but to check a bag back to CA - I was pretty full on the way out, and will be returning with Robo-Rally (only small in one dimension of three), a manicure kit (with a few different blades in it), and hopefully the plywood for the pad (if I can figure out how to pack it). It also means that I now have an electric nose-hair trimmer, of all things. Sometimes, I just don't know.

Tomorrow ... well, we'll see.

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