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Mountains

19 Feb

We escaped from behind the Orange Curtain this weekend for some fresh mountain air.  Das Boot made this an interesting escapade, but my flabby ass was happy to get off the couch and out into the world.  Our travel squadron includes our family and Mrfireman’s brood (my brother’s family).  The sum total includes three teenagers, four dogs, three quasi-adults (combined, Mrfireman and I probably only equal one adult), one huge truck, one minivan, a ton of food, coolers and cameras, and one Balalaika…Have you heard of this instrument?  It is a Russian stringed instrument our nephew plays…and takes with him on vacation.  Did you catch the part about four dogs?  I don’t even need to extrapolate because you get the idea.

Yosemite is breathtaking any time if year.  In the winter it can be serene, quiet and cold.  This winter it is warm and there is hardly any snow.  While we packed enough chains, snow gear, boots, mittens and long underwear for our squadron and then some, we needed none of it over the four days in the mountains.  Weird, right?

Add to this, Das Boot and Mrfireman’s knee brace.  I guess injury is running in the family because he has a torn meniscus.  What a ridiculous twosome for hiking in one of the most beautiful places in the world.  Luckily, he is a photographer and had some distraction with his gear.  Including leaving his tripod behind twice…in two different spots.  Mrfireman’s sweet wife had to hike back to fetch it because he was in no shape to repeat the hike and no one was going to ask Peg Leg.  Sirskatesalot tried to follow the tripod retrieval hike, but was too late after lacing up his hiking boots and we all ended up missing each other.  Remember, we have four dogs between our families?  Fun stuff.

In the name of moutain people, I wore jeans, a flannel and a beanie yesterday.  I was cozy and comfortable at Yosemite Falls and El Capitan.  Mrfireman took tons of pictures.  Then, while bowling last night with real mountain people, Mrfireman said I was taking the mountain thing too far with my lumberjack look.  Mrfireman’s sweet wife thinks this is the most funny thing she has ever heard and is pointing and laughing at me…not for my terrible bowling skills, but because I look like a lumberjack.  Mrfireman’s wife is not so sweet after all.

Ahem.  Holy cow.  Add Das Boot to the flannel, jeans and beanie…and my crazy, curly hair…and you have Peg Leg Lumberjack.  Needless to say, Peg Leg Lumberjack lost the bowling game, Mrfireman and his sweet wife tied.  Balalaikanephew tried to hurl himself down the bowling lane with his ball, Sirskatesalot slipped with his sick bowling style and fell flat on his back.  The real mountain people at the 10 lane bowling alley thought we were hysterical and I must admit we are a motley crew.  I hope we have this much fun over spring break without Das Boot.

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Pegging Those Teens

7 Feb

Peg Leg here has two teens.  And, even amongst friends, sometimes I feel a little uncomfortable admitting that I really like my teens.  If you listen to the news, most teens are pregnant, drug addicts, drop-outs or gangsters.  If you listen to most of my friends, they are snotty, spoiled, selfish, oblivious, absentminded and irresponsible.  I confess that I can easily jump in and participate with my mom-friends in an hour long conversation about the negative character traits of teens.  You should see how we feed off of each other’s stories…we are like 5th grade girls with girlfriend drama.

In general, though, my kids are pretty awesome.  I am frequently surprised by how much I like them.  When they were sweet babies, toddlers and dirty-faced, school age critters, I never imagined it could be just as good, and, sometimes, better with teenagers.  Yes, they are big, demanding, loud, messy and stinky, but they are also clever, witty, smart and down right hysterical.   Sirskatesalot and I stare at each other wide-eyed when one of our offspring uses an epithet while telling a story at the dinner table, searching the other’s face for how to respond.  But then the punch line is so funny we break into laughter and forget to reprimand the storyteller.  It reminds me of when they were first graders telling jokes they had made up that were so NOT funny, but made us bust out in fits of laughter.  Only now, they are older, wiser, funnier and the jokes and stories are spot on.

While sometimes their decisions or attitudes are maddening, watching my teens grow into themselves is fascinating.  The path from teen to adult is a curvy, windy one filled with hills and valleys, but I think it it is important to let the teens do the driving.  I am enjoying these last, fleeting years with my kiddos.  I’m trying to give them credit, to back off, to let them do the driving, to let them set the pace and to let them choose the destination.

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