Whistler

We're a week in and Canada has 8 medals, 4 of them gold. It's been high drama, moments of pure joy, emotion and plain and simple- awesomeness. My sister used to ski race with Maelle Ricker, my Dad is getting shout outs from Brian Stemmle for putting his 'heart and soul' into the alpine courses, friends I used to figure skate with are coming in 6th in half-pipe, next door neighbours I used to babysit have yet to compete. This is all going on in my old backyard, and I miss it and I'm sorry I'm not there but I'm so stoked!! The most recent highlight was Jon Montgomery winning gold in the skeleton- he wandered through the village on the way to talk to CTV about his win- the patios were packed, the street was flowing and screaming, Jon was surrounded by well wishers and teammates and coaches. And then someone handed him a pitcher of beer!! He grabbed it and drank straight out of it as he walked towards the stage. Passed it around to his family, drank it on stage. Ridiculous. And classic Whistler! If anyone knows how to party it's Whistler- they have been doing it for years in my parents generation, and they are doing it now. I feel like I've passed a baton or something- Whistler is showing off right now!! The weather has been gorgeous. 80 cm of powder in the last week. Blue skies and sunshine, a thousand O Canada's and we have another week to go! Wahoo!!!

Second verse, same as the first.

Routine.
I despise my night time routine. I rush through it so I can get it done, and let's be honest, flossing is not something that should be rushed.
Side note: I do love flossing. I find it extremely productive and satisfying. Sometimes in the summer, I eat corn on the cob, just so I can floss after. And afterwards I smile at myself in the mirror to make sure I haven't left anything behind. And let's face it, smiling at yourself is kind of nice.
Anyways, I have my morning and night routines. It's boring, repetitive, predictable and I despise it. And yet I cannot deviate from it. I'm so organized in the morning that I can shower, feed the fur child, make my tuna sandwich(it's always tuna) boil water for my oatmeal(it's always oatmeal) all in a half hour. I have ten minutes to eat then I'll start on my hair, get dressed and I am out the door. The day takes me where it takes me and then I am home to eat dinner and start the night routine.
I live alone so I have to do my dishes. No one else is gonna do em! But it takes me about an hour and a half to work up to it and takes me 5 minutes to get them done. The beauty of procrastination. Then, to cut down time in the morning I set out my apple, banana, and granola bar, program the coffee maker to start at 6am and set aside scrubs for work and whatever clothing items I may need.
Then it's bedtime. Contacts out, eye drops in, brush hair, floss teeth, brush teeth, wash face, moisturize and off to my favorite part of every day- back into bed. It's the same ritual I've had for 29 yrs, I execute it with military precision and I have kind of started to resent it. It's like a relationship that's gone on too long but neither of you are going to say anything about it.