I
fear that I may have given the wrong impression in last week’s Swish-Happy post. Yes, I love to
cross-country ski, but I’m not a ski bunny.
Cross-country
is a horizontal sport that requires a certain level of fitness but only the
barest minimum of athleticism, courage, and fashion sense. Ski bunnies, on the
other hand, are young, agile, daring, and, above all, stylish. Ski bunnies, unlike
yours truly, don’t have panic attacks on chairlifts or ski over small children
who fall down in front of them. Unlike me, ski bunnies haven’t snowplowed since
kindergarten, and they zigzag effortlessly but rapidly down the slopes without
even breaking a sweat in their chic, color-coordinated attire.
Two
winters ago, I was on crutches with my knee heavily braced. While crutching
around town, I was asked, on more than one occasion, if I’d hurt myself skiing.
It seems that irrigation pipe lifting and cattle feeding mishaps are decidedly
less glamorous than skiing accidents! Of all the witticisms I received, my
favorite came from the butcher at our grocery store: “Looks like you zigged
when you should have zagged!”
Nevertheless,
our place is not without its snow beauties. Ziggy doesn’t carve zigzags down
any Black Diamond slopes, but she is black with a cute zigzag down her nose.
“I do not
participate in any sport with ambulances at the bottom of the hill.” ~Erma Bombeck
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