The Cool Dude has granted me permission to feature him on the blog today. A rare occasion indeed. He spent the weekend skiing with the boy scouts in northern Michigan.
I sent a little digital camera with them requesting some nice skiing/snow/friend/memory photos and here are the two photos I got. That's it. That's. All. Of. It. Guys just don't operate on a "need photos to scrapbook" type of agenda.
Alex and his friends were on the slopes for about nine hours on Saturday, not including two quick stops for snacks...food being less important than ski time with this crowd. (Unlike the swimmers who would probably have opted for 9 hours of eating and two quick stops for skiing...just kidding, but those swimmers can really pack away the food...all that swimming and all.)
Apparently the trip was "all really great." He had a "wonderful time." And, maybe the best part of all is that he got to drive about 400 miles, the first long stint of driving he has gotten to do since he received his driving permit. Mark said he did a fine job of it.
So, those are the photos, those are the vast and copious descriptions of the trip (NOT) and I am thinking I should be thanking my lucky stars that I got this much and just keep quiet about what I didn't get, i.e. more photos and more details about the trip. These teenage years are tricky, aren't they? It's hard to know just where the lines are on any given day.
I'm thinking of getting some new hobbies...my old ones seem to be growing up and my involvement seems to be growing less. Yep, something new to keep me occupied. I wonder what it will be.