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one more week.


This is what I want Seven Springs to look like.


This is what Seven Springs actually looks like at the moment.


Friday was going to be the day that I skied for the first time since 2011. But between last weekend’s rain and this week’s ice — and the astronomical amount of money it costs to ski a Friday, which is now deemed a weekend day by the resort — I’m not feeling like my triumphant return should be spent slogging through groomed ice balls and muddy snow.

But given this:


Low 20s is great snowmaking weather.
Low 20s is great snowmaking weather.


… I think it’s safe to say that you’ll find me at Seven Springs next Friday.


Your Pittsburgh-area forecast:


When we move to Canada, it won’t be because of a politician. It’ll be because they still have winter up there.

a month.

Sure, I’ve posted a couple times since I completely punted National Blog Posting Month, but there’s been a bunch of stuff I missed in the meantime. So: A) Bullet post. B) Completely ignoring the fact that I punted National Blog Posting Month, especially now that we’re seven days into December C) QUIT ROLLING YOUR EYES AT ME.

  • There were several football games, the loss of one I acknowledged with the video of my, ahem, old friend Brutus. The final home game, though, was the really odd one — Penn State with no Paterno was easily the weirdest game of the weirdest season I’ve ever experienced.
  • And then Ohio State hired a new coach. I’m happy that Urban is already making Michigan fans twitchy, but I’m not totally sold yet.
  • We had a lovely Thanksgiving, thank you. Dinner was with Mrs. Crappy’s family in Washington; we then traveled to Columbus to prepare for the Beat Michigan weekend, the results of which you already know. But my favorite part might have been my Thanksgiving night snack of White Castles and Mad Elf at my parents’ kitchen table.
  • And if that wasn’t the best part, it would have been listening to my niece on the phone that evening telling me that her hair had been crumpled.
  • I hadn’t made the family spaghetti in years; in the last month, I’ve made it twice, once for the annual Beat Michigan dinner in Columbus and once for friends just a couple days ago. The good news: I still remember how.
  • Football travel is over. I love going to Columbus for games but the endless driving back and forth gets really old by the end of the season.
  • I saw Yonder Mountain String Band at the beginning of November because I was twitchy for a show; we saw the String Cheese Incident last night because that’s what Mrs. Crappy wanted to do for her birthday. Good stuff, too, although SCI can be a little too noodle-y, even for me.
  • I got to miracle Boo and Butter for last night’s show, thanks to Pam, who won tickets through WYEP but couldn’t go. Teresa gets bonus points for the assist.
  • Remember the nice English lady who helped me through Couch to 5K? We broke up. It wasn’t her; it was me. I finished C25K last weekend, just in time to be ready for my first 5K on Saturday morning. I’ll tell you more about that later today.
  • I totally changed our outdoor Christmas lights, and they’re still not quite right.
  • I’m still not really feeling Christmas yet. But that’ll come.
  • And I apparently need to add a picture to the banner; if I don’t you can’t really see the snow that WordPress gives us every December.

So. How’ve you guys been?

6. ski target.

Since we moved to Pittsburgh in 2008, I’ve looked up at this hill and thought: “I could ski that.”

It’s easy to see from I-279, especially as you head south towards the city. And you probably already know that there’s a Target and a Sam’s Club up there.

These thoughts have plagued me even before February 2010, when a record snowfall buried everything in the region — including this hill. I actually didn’t get to ski much that month — just getting around town was a chore for a while, much less getting up to Seven Springs — but someone did. When we finally made our way out to Target for the first time after the storm, I noticed ski and snowboard tracks snaking down the hill.

Jealous. Like. Whoa.

A couple days ago, I looked up there again. I really want to do it. I’m going to do it, if we get enough snow this winter.

Today, I saw this — Accuweather’s winter forecast:

All I’m saying is, if you happen to see tracks up there sometime in January or February, it totally wasn’t me. Ahem.

18. regret.

While I have exactly zero complaints about the weather today, the fact that these are back in the basement and no longer in my car, hopefully awaiting just one more trip to Seven Springs, is kind of a bummer.