Sunday, January 22, 2012
Guilty
After a week of gray skies, lots of rain and a bit of snow in the valleys, and lots of snow in the mountains (it's about bloody time, winter), today was a gorgeous blue-sky day, absolutely perfect for skiing. But did I roll out of bed, get my ski gear on, and head up the canyon this morning? No, I did not. I tried to make myself look presentable, put on a skirt, and headed off to church, where I spent sacrament meeting trying to keep myself awake and Primary on bathroom patrol. I think the guilt I would have felt had I played hooky from church would be worse than the regret I have now about missing a fabulous day on the slopes, but I'm really not sure. And now I'm feeling guilty for even thinking that. I wonder if being irresponsible is something you can learn. Ah, more guilt. Sigh.
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I had very similar thoughts this morning. When I awoke and peeked out the window to see a bit of brilliant sunshine in the east, I thought, "Gee, sunny on a Sunday. That's lovely, but why couldn't we have shifted the weather up a day and gotten some of this snow and sun in time for Saturday recreation?"
And then I spent this afternoon trying to chisel the frozen slush off the driveway, thinking maybe I'd do better to just strap on snowshoes and make tromping around the encrusted driveway a little more exciting.
That's OK Katrina quilty isn't so bad Sundays are always the nicest day for something that's the temptations we have to resist You have heard the stories from your Dad how our swimming pool always sparkled on Sun. Your day will come when you can go skiing on a holiday or Sat. and it will be beautiful. Keep the snow dance going
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