Midnight at the Oasis

Well, it's not midnight yet. I'm thinking I won't make it. It was a long day at work. After a rushed dinner we headed out to see the fireworks on the ski hill, but we were so late we ended up seeing them from the truck instead. We walked around the shops and restaurants with the kids and then went to the bar for a drink. It was 8pm at that point and I didn't think we should be in there past 9 with the kids. They had a special thing going where a special shot was taken on the hour. When we arrived it was gin and butter? Sounded nasty, so I didn't partake. I had already had a hurricane when the Black Seal rum was set up for the 9 o'clock hour. There was a cheer and down it went. At that time I thought it best to take the kids home. All the drunk people were sad to see the girls go. They are awfully cute sitting at the bar. I hope they don't spread these stories around school.

There was that movie, can't remember the name of it now, with the line,"you've got a baby, in a bar." When your brother owns a bar, what is a snowflake girl to do? Naturally we spend quite a bit of time there, probably more than we should.

So New Year's resolutions... There were women at work saying that they were taking their last bites of chocolate before the new year. That seemed rather extreme to me. I love chocolate and couldn't give it up. Can't give up booze, because my brother owns a bar. I have no work ambitions, except not to get fired. I have my book that I'd like to see published. There are some cute guys that I'd like to hang out with. But there again, I want to be bad, but not too bad. I am married after all, much to my own dismay. I feel that even in this exciting place, I am on the sidelines watching. Since this is a constantly repeating theme of mine,I can only surmise that I have chosen to live like this. Very safe.

Tonight instead of going out on my own, which my husband actually suggested, I am sitting in my turret window looking down at the street watching the people walk to the bars for a midnight toast. The ball has long since dropped in NYC, and I guess being a former east coast girl, I feel the New Year has already officially begun. Cheers!

Snowflake Girl im Winter

Winter in New England used to be like a big sleep. When it snowed the world stopped, school was cancelled, you stayed in warm and dry, baked cookies, read a book, played board games. Here it snows almost every day. Every morning there is the task of removing another layer of snow. I don't need an alarm because the back up beeps of the snow plow never fail to wake me. The kids (and myself) walk to school no matter the snow or temperature.

Snow is the constant here. Things ramp up. The bus becomes full of snowboarders and skiers in the morning. There is excitement and a magical feel to the town. It fills with tourists walking about, looking at store windows. Overheard conversations entertain me. Late at night, from my upstairs window I hear the laughter of people returning from the bars, strangely magnified in the quiet of the night and the gently falling snow. How I wish to be among them.

I spent the day with the kids and tonight I'm restless. I tried working on my book, but the words aren't coming. Instead I'm writing this and watching the snow fall in the glow of the Christmas lights along the porch roof. Long icicles have formed along all the eaves and they sparkle in the night. I wish I could capture them in pictures, but they look flat instead of translucent and glowing.

The cat is restless and prowling as well. She sat for a bit on the back of the sofa where I sit, just watching the snow. Now she is staring into the fireplace. I wonder what she thinks she sees? A few embers still glow and it's still warm by the vent. She is a huntress at heart, and is no doubt, completely disgusted with this mouse free habitat. Now she has curled up on a chair, waiting for me to make a move.

I've been thinking of my next move as well. Being a few days to the new year, it seems appropriate. I've done a lot of waiting for things to unfold this past year. I wrote the first draft of my book. It's sat a while and it's time to finish the second draft and let someone else read it. That's a frightening thought. As Christopher Robin told Pooh, "You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think." Words to live by.

In the news

Mountain time sucks for watching the news. By the time I'm home from work, network news is over. Sometimes my only news is the headlines from MSN when I'm accessing my companies web site at work. I don't usually pause to read, but today I did. I think I'm a full day or two behind everyone else on Bhutto's assassination. Horrible thing to happen. Then I don't understand the people who are so enraged they torch a train.

But maybe it is us in the US who are too complacent. Sheep who are blindly led. I have never voted for Bush. I don't like him and I don't like his decisions. Yet I haven't been part of a train torching. It never occurred to me at all. Sometimes I get mad and write something. Not quite the same impact as a train burning. Then the Pakistanis burned their banks. Who was that going to hurt? Well maybe there is some justice there, but you know it will ultimately fall upon the population.

It made me think about what it would take to make me want to blow myself up (don't understand the suicide bomber thing either), or torch something, or even march upon the Mall. I'm not sure. Maybe it's something that sneaks up on you, you just don't know until it happens. Like those illegal immigrants, who thought we'd give a shit if we saw them marching in solidarity.

But I feel safe in our country. Safe in my house and town. I feel confident that justice will be served, eventually if not immediately (despite lawyer scum). And most importantly hope that the future will be better. I wish it could be so for everyone. Peace.

Tourists Everywhere

It was my birthday today. Dinner was to be at a yummy Italian eatery, but there was a 45 min. wait by the time I was able to get off work. So we went to another restaurant down the street that coincidentally had the same waiting time. It actually took an hour before we were seated. To their credit the girls were very patient waiting at the bar. Hmmm...sitting at a bar has become a bit too common for them. I decided to not drink tonight, since I've been hungover since well before Christmas. That and I just didn't want to feel older and hungover as well.

There were many families, parties of 8, which held up my gastronomical pleasure. The meal was good, but I was so tired and rather irritated with B. for not making reservations at the other restaurant.

Tomorrow we will do our regular dinner and drinks at Sunpies Bistro. Luckily it's off the beaten path and the usual local crowd will be there I'm sure. And much fewer tourists! Though my job, and many others depend on those same tourists, I would like them to stick to the restaurants on the mountain. Aren't they much hipper?

This weekend and through New Year's the hotel occupancy is at 90 percent, it should be a wild time. There's already been an incident in the hot tub, which caused it to be closed and drained. Then there was a couple evicted from the hotel restroom. First I heard it was two women, then it was ammended to be a man and a woman completely unclothed caught in the act of fornication. The first version was probably the security guards wishful thinking. And I was wondering how a pubic hair got on the butter ball at the company Christmas party. What a sheltered life I've led!

snow,snow,everywhere

What a wonderful white Christmas! It snowed at least 8 inches overnight, and all day too. Tomorrow B. will take the girls skiing. I have yet to take to the winter sports thing. My big excitement comes from riding the bus on a snow day. It is standing room only of every kind of person with skis and snowboards. I have been here since Aug. but I feel like a long time resident. At the bus stop I get asked about the best steak house in town, where do you get off the bus for the grocery store, where's the ticket office, where's the post office. There are 2 by the way.

Santa arrived with flare on a sled of cross country skis. L. asked for an ipod, and Santa assured her there were many in his sack. And as it turned out Santa had one for each of us. I've been loading in music all day! Now I can sit on the bus like everyone else, attached to my device, in my own little world. Unfortunately I like to sing to my music. Oh well, they'll get a concert.

Last night ended a five night party spree. This morning I was hungover from our dinner party, featuring beef fondue and lots of wine. After present opening I had to take a nap. By afternoon I was feeling recovered and looking forward to my birthday party which is on Thurs. night. I will probably feel like shit the next day, that and I'll be a year older. Mom says this year is a problem for her, since she and I will be the same age. I'm thinking Mom needs to adjust up a bit.

Maps

I wonder about the statistical probability of meeting any person on the planet. I decided to move, others decide to move, coincidentally to the same place. This is definitely a small world type of town. I've met people who lived one town away from us in Massachusetts. One family just moved from the town my Aunt lives in. A co-worker spent some time in Bozeman, MT, probably around the time I used to live there. Why didn't our paths cross then?

A new friend from work gave his resignation today and said he was going to return to Iraq as a contractor, to make his fortune. I was bummed hearing the news. But didn't I just take off myself? Granted I didn't cross any oceans, but I left a group of friends behind. I was excited to be leaving and starting a new adventure. My daughter's teacher cried at the news, and I thought that was silly since I was excited to be going.

So as I think about it tonight, I should be grateful to have met this new friend, in this strange place, and be happy that I had the opportunity. Because what really are the chances of any of us meeting? I imagine our paths create a strange sort of map, merging and parting, creating an ever tightening weave upon this small world. I'll miss him, but wish him the best as he continues on his path lined with friends he has yet to meet.

Land of Plenty

Hotel life can be fun. Today two girls from Brazil arrived just as I was getting ready to leave work. They asked how to get to the grocery store. They had no car, knew nobody, had been traveling for twenty or so hours. So since I was heading that way anyway, I took them on the bus to the grocery store. They had never seen such a sight! I had to explain about the salad bar and yogurt, bread and cookies. They got side tracked by a blow dryer for $15. I told them it was better to buy that at Wal-Mart, it would be less expensive. This they couldn't believe.

We walked over to Wal-Mart and there was a $10 winter coat. When we asked at Wal-Mart if they had pre-paid phone cards, the woman who helped us was from Costa Rica and she directed us down the street to a cigarette shop where the girls were able to get 1000 min for $10. There was a pay phone outside the grocery store and they were able to call their mothers. I felt very excited for them.

We headed back to Wal-Mart to buy batteries, and I had to inform them that they had to stand in a line with a "lit" number above it. Something that I'd never thought about, ever. Even my kids know that means the cashier is open. At the grocery store I signed them up for a frequent shopper card. They asked why they were getting a discount with the card? Just because. I did skip the whole marketing concept thing, too hard to translate.

For a few hours I saw things in a differnt light. The United States of America may not have all the answers, but we do have lots of cheap stuff!

In the beginning...

There was a girl and a boy who met in college, got married, bought a house, had 2 children, a golden retriever, a cat, 2 birds, and a tank full of fish. There was a minivan with automatic sliding doors. It seated seven.

The girl volunteered at school and for community projects. Kept the books for her husbands business. And generally kept up appearances of prosperity, taking the kids to gymnastics, dance class, art class and playdates.

But that all came to a crashing end as the business floundered and went bankrupt. The house that they renovated completely from the inside out, was going to be lost. The sporty minivan was only to be theirs for a short while longer, before it was going to be reposessed.

At Christmas the dog developed cancer and died shortly thereafter. Both of the birds died of illness, and it did indeed seem that these were signs pointing to something. The chain of events seemed almost too tragic for even a country song.

The housing market was floundering and the boy was unable to find work. There was an offer from a relative in Colorado to do some work, so the boy left his family to go West.

Seven months passed and the girl started to wonder if he would ever return. But the boy had fallen in love with the mountain lifestyle and fun of the ski town. He had made new friends who didn't know of his embarrassing business failure or house foreclosure.

Knowing she and the kids would have to move anyway, the girl decided if the mountain wouldn't come to Mohammad, Mohammad would go to the mountain. So she prepared to move the remainder of the household 2000 miles, in hopes that she could reunite her family, repair her marriage and renew herself.

She arrived with 2 kids, a cat and the largest Uhaul available, crammed with all the things the IRS hadn't taken, to a house rented sight unseen. It was purple.

The boy is back in the fold, but can the damage done ever be repaired? Only time will tell...