M and I celebrated the transition to 2009 as we often have, with her at work. The next day, we began the long awaited move out of our attic hovel and into a shiny little house a few blocks away.
I don’t like moving, it is a thing in life I’m loath to admit being horrible at, but that’s how it is. I like stability from which to create instability (adventure) when I so choose. Kinda lame, but I’m just not a mountain man (in the 19th century sense).
We made some pizza to celebrate.
M got a holiday tree and clearance ornaments from Walmart. This shot shows my favorite things about the new place, open spaces, light, and room for company. Everyone who’s been putting off visiting can put us on the calender, today we got a coach that will comfortably sleep a 6 footer.
We also got out skiing yesterday, as a prelude to holiday tree hunting. It was a gorgeous day, the first time we’ve seen the blue sky since we got back.
I’m ok with continuous overcast if it produces what it has lately: many feet of fluff. Things I was tripping over and flailing to avoid on this slope last month were nowhere to be seen.
M did well, putting up with the shenanigans of climbing steepish powder with kick wax very well. As I mentioned, raw snow is still a new thing, but if she resists the temptation to be a hermit she’ll no doubt be back to kicking my ass. But I’m waking up pre-dawn to go give ‘er tomorrow!
I’m finally starting to get powder skiing, and was yesterday confident enough that I wasn’t going to die to let ’em run and have a few moments of waaay too much fun. Overall, mountain biking is better than sking (as a mode of cross country travel, lifts aren’t real), but the best of skiing is probably better than the best of cycling. I need more empirical investigation to be certain.
The other excellent thing about our new place is the storage facilities. Who doesn’t want a gear room that resembles REI without all the carpeting and dog toys?
Bedrock & Paradox 
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