Last run

If you could see where I am right now you'd think I'm crazy.

Because I've made no secret of how bitter this winter has been. I have cheered spring on its way like never before.

And also, Rob has that thing with his elbow...

So maybe I am crazy sitting here in our ski condo in Mont Tremblant, Quebec hoping that it cools down enough tonight to keep the snow hard packed for at least the first few hours tomorrow when Rob and I take to the slopes to try and squeeze in a bit of spring skiing.

We snuck off here before Christmas and we're here again - two getaways to book-end a season that ranks as one of the most difficult I have ever known.

Graham is at home being doted upon by Grandma and Oma and Mommy and Daddy are here doting on each other.

Oh, and Rob's physiotherapist has given her blessing for him to take a few runs as long as he is very cautious and DOES NOT FALL.

Wish him luck.

Wish us both luck as we search for the spring together.

Freedom 2007

I might already be out of the province by the time you read this.

I might already be drunk.

That’s because early Tuesday morning Rob and I are sneaking away to our rarely-used condo in Mont Tremblant, Quebec for fours days and three nights.

There will be skiing. There will be relaxing. There will be mangling of the French language. There will be eating (oh so much eating). There will be (we both dearly hope) reconnecting. There will be drinking (did I mention the drinking?) There will be sneaking into the fancy hotel next door and making use of its dreamy, heated outdoor pool.

There will not be Graham.

Graham is staying safely at home where Grandma and Oma will switch off on the cleaning, feeding and all-around doting duties.

I have left Graham overnight before a few times. I believe there is even photographic evidence involving me and a happy dance on my last Graham-free night at the end of the summer.

But this will be different. Four days. Three nights. It’s a short trip but a relatively long time without my boy. Small wonder that I have cooked up a storm in order to stock the kitchen with all his favorite foods and typed out two pages (single-spaced) of instructions regarding his routine, likes and dislikes.

Perhaps a more conscientious mother would feel anxious or guilty. But I don’t. Not a bit actually. I know he’s in wonderful hands and, truth be told, I’m more worried about neglecting this space and all my wonderful bloggy friends than I am about him.

So while I am taking my computer and will post a few photos during the week, I doubt I will be visiting any blogs in my feeder, as I think internet access comes with a long-distance bill on the mountain.

So check back for photos and I will catch up with all of you on the weekend. And wish me a happy, relaxing, stress-free mini-vacation.

Because I so need this.