One more time. Just for fun

Goody-bye, Mt. Bachelor! See you in November

Forty one

Not too long before my forty-first birthday I spent the night with my sister-in-law, who has mirrors all over her apartment. As I have no full-length mirrors in my house, I was suprised by what I saw. My body is getting old. It's been worn by time -- the way any physical object will get worn. Forty one is just a number, as they say, but it's also a specific point in the lifetime of an American human female. "Forty one" does have meaning.

I'm just not sure what that is.

I want one of those developmental milestone charts for forty-somethings. Wouldn't that be great? I'd like a little guidebook, a little advice-book, to this decade.

Continued snowboarding but with increasing fragility. Abstain from the terrain park. Practice yoga 3x/week for maintenance of physical flexibility and development of inner peace. You'll need it. 


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My husband took this pic as we were waiting for my son's last run of the year. Cracks me up. I call it "Among the Debris." (That's me in the middle.)