Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Skier's Grin Return: It's the First Week of the Ski Season at Killington!!

It is here!!
It is here!!
After what seems likes months of waiting
(cause, like it totally is)
The first days of skiing are finally upon us :)

So, I was kindof a mess on the way there.
The whole Thursday afternoon opening meant I missed the first day in like years and was more than a little pissed off.
A day of skiing and I missed it?!?!
#?*$&@!!!!!!!

But it was okay.
I can be calm and accept missing a day on snow.
Especially since I was trying to be polite and NOT hike up before the year started.
Serves me right.
Always take snow when you can get it,
Right?

So who cares about Thursday
FRIDAY WAS AWESOME!!!!
(and not just because we got schmoozed with a free hat)

But because the mountain was open,
Everyone was bouncing in their boots just waiting on line.
People were smiling
And once again,
No one in this town had a care in the world
-- except SKIING!!!!!

So we ride up the gondola
then we hike down the stairway
THEN WE GOT TO SKI!!!

To hear the all too familiar
Click Click
As my heels attach themselves into my bindings.
I put my mittens through my skis straps
And feel the grips of my poles.
I bounce up and down on my skis,
Sliding one foot forward,
Then the other
I take a deep breath...
Then maybe another one because my heart is pounding way too fast
....and off we go!!!

Winter is Back!!
we are SKIING!!

My first two turns
I am kinda nervous
Will it be sticky?
Will it be heavy?
Will I miss my dad?

And then I realize....
Who cares if the snow is sticky?
nothing really matters
I am sliding on snow.
I am breathing.
I am turning.
I can feel the snow beneath my skis.
I am skiing.
I am alive.



And I am not worried.
Because my dad is with me,
Making his silly short radius turns
Where he looks like he is dancing,
He arms swinging gracefully from side to side
He is here.
With me on every turn.
Dancing.
Smiling.
And Skiing.

And So I start to dance,
And fly
And float
And smile

And finally,
I laugh.

Because ski time is play time.

My Dad wouldn't want it any other way.
It's how I was raised.
It's how I will ski.
Forever.

I meet up with the boyfriend at the bottom of the triple,
And below the tears in my eyes is growing a grin.
The grin that never goes away
It is bigger than a shit eating grin.

It's a Skier's Grin.

I look around.
And my grin matches Aaron's
And just abut everyone else's in the liftine.

Because we are all back home.

And so we go back up.
And Down.
And Left.
and Right.

While everything feels different this season,
It still all feels the same.
Friends are yelling down from the chairlift as we ski underneath
And we do the same as we watch someone get eaten by a snowsnake.
And we laugh.
And we grin.

Somehow,
The rest of the world seems like a dream
As we are up here,
In the Killington Cloud,
Skiing our lives away.

This magical place,
Where winter exists in October,
This should be the dream world.
And for most people it probably is.

But for me,
THIS is reality.
THIS is happiness.
THIS is Life, fully lived.
THIS is Skiing

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
❤ Merisa

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Screw Apples, Pumpkins and Football. I Have to Get my Ski Gear Ready!!

For most normal people in society,
Fall means trips to the apple orchard,
The carving of pumpkins,
The end of baseball
And the beginning of the football season.

Sure, apple pie and acorn squash are delicious
when covered in Vermont Cheddar and
drowned in maple syrup from my neighbors.

And it is totally fun to run through waist deep leaves
piled up by the swirly winds of late October
And take photographs of brightly colored leaves
Which oftentimes seem to be in an over-exuberant abundance

Looking Home for a New Direction

But for me
- and I presume a few other dedicated souls -
Fall is about one thing and one thing only:
Ski Season.

The are Questions for Mother Nature:
When will the temps change?
When will twig season begin?
When will the snow finally fall?
When will ski season start?

There are Questions for the Resort:
When will the snowmakers begin to blow?
When will my pass be ready?
When will the mountain be open?
When will ski season start?

The are Questions for Me:
When will my new AT bindings get mounted?
When will my boots be molded?
When should I buy that new jacket?
When will ski season start?

When?
When?
When?
When?
When?!?!
The Autumnal Glory of The Vermont Back Roads

The Tension is building and there is only so much stress that I can handle
Cause I am, like, kinda impatient when it comes to the beginning of ski season.

I am trying on clothes.
Different variables of jacket-pant-puffy combinations to get the perfect skier's closet..
(have you not seen my chart for what to wear based on the temps and humidity and activity?)

I am working on a spreadsheet.
There are too many possible boot-binding-ski combinations to keep them all straight.
(this is my favorite and most dorky)

I am making a wish list.
Of pieces and parts that are currently missing from my collection but that will most definitely be possible purchases during the season.

I want to buy jewelry.
What?!
We brought in a huge fun artisan jewelry section at Base Camp this year
and for some inexplicable reason I want to buy jewelry.
How that fits in to winter prep I have NO IDEA!!
Lake Kanawake, Harriman State Park, NY

And so the tradition of pre-season futzing continues.
As I write this, the resort is trying its best to push the so far completely uncooperative Mother Nature into letting us ski before the end of October.

Would it just Freakin' Snow Already?!?!

I feel like the kids in SouthTown, USA begging Snow Meiser and Heat Meiser to cooperate just enough to give me one little fix of that beautiful fluffy white stuff.

It is October 20th and we haven't even seen a hint of a snowflake!!

Instead of talking about skiing,
people are turning to real world topics
Like baseball, and football....and health insurance?!

Please, Please, Please, Let it Snow Already!!!

I am ready to ski.
I want to ski.
I need to ski.

I guess I will go paddling.
Damn it.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The Magic Man: My Eulogy for My Dad, Steven M Sherman


 

"He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up."
-J.M.Barrie. Peter Pan in Kensington Garden 


Enjoying some Killington Powder on an Off-Chemo Week



Someway, Somehow
Against all the odds of Stage IV Rectal Cancer,
My dad seemed to somehow fly above the possible
And wandered into the realm of the impossible.
Not only did my dad physically endure his treatments,
During off treatment weeks he seemed to thrive,
Smiling and laughing and celebrating what life surrounded him.

At Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center,
My dad was known as "The Magic Man"

But I already knew my dad was magical.
He shared this magic with my mother, my sister and me
Every single day of our lives.

Someway, Somehow
We lived in an Enchanted dream world,
Where fields held dreams
and winters were wonderlands.
Where happily ever afters were always possible,
Even when common sense told us they couldn't be.

And as all of you are here,
I know he must have shared a little of his magic with you.

Someway, Somehow
each one of us became part of his family.
He tried to help each of us to be better people,
Helped to bring each of us faith and trust
And brought us just a little bit of pixie dust.

Someway, Somehow,
My Dad showed you that it was okay
to still believe in magic,
To fly above the possible.
That it was okay never to grow up.

He brought a little bit of magic into our lives,
And for that I will be eternally grateful.
He truly was the Magic Man.

Thank You, Dad.
For Everything

Our Final Daddy-Daughter Ski Day.