Dear Friend in Denver:
Thank you for checking in on me. No, I have not written much as of late. Mostly because my fingers are frozen most of the time.
Who was with me for my 39ers gone wild adventures? Well, it was Jennifer Aniston (shhh, she doesn't like me to tell people about her weekend adventures). Just kidding! It was Tina Fey. Hahahaha, why would that be so strange? Truly, it was a friend that is a combination of those two women plus her fabulous self. One who has made me laugh for over 20 years. One who sensed an urgency in my voice last December. She translated the trembling and knew I needed a friend from my past to help me integrate into my present. Or at least take a much-needed break from the strenuous work of trying to ingratiate myself to the natives.
I pray for many things for my children. High up on the list has always been that God will give them good friends. I'm not sure how else I would have been found when I was lost, or how else I would have stared down my demons. Well, except for all my therapists. But still. I pray my boys won't need those.
Am I still recovering from the 39ers weekend? Yes. Still a little sore. Mostly in my facial-laughing muscles.
Who was my gynecologist in Denver? Dr. Snyder. I think her name was Pamela. We weren't on a first-name basis, but we were quite close. She was blunt and quick. I loved her.
How have I been? Well. I hate February.
My neighbors are out of town. And every time I look across the street at their car that hasn't moved in a few weeks, I sneer and mind-curse them hoping they are suffering from sunburns or food poisoning or at least snarky, sleep-deprived children in whatever warm place they are.
Speaking of gynecologists, I had my yearly physical this week. My doctor told me (among other things like "your cervix looks great" to which I replied "Thanks. I've been working it out. Can you just polish it all up a bit while you're down there") that I need to make sure I'm getting enough Vitamin D. I asked him how. But I left out the "how the fuck am I supposed to do that here in this god-awful cold, sunless country?" He just shook his useless head.
How is work? This semester I have six students from Mexico, two from Jamaica, three from the hood, and one from good-ole small town Canada. It's a circus show--mostly prepositional acrobatics. Keeps me out of trouble though.
We received several tons of snow today. Again. I've only stepped out of my house once since February 7. To take a picture. Not of myself.
I never used to wear blush. I have found here that I must or I may be mistaken for a snow drift.
I am as pale as the torturer in Princess Bride.
My skin is cracking like week-old play-dough.
Yet there's a certain beauty in the nature-made ice sculptures that emerge around here:
The only thing that has been growing in this climate is my ass.
I hope you have a day that is as lovely as your daughter's dancing.
I love you with all my butt (it's much bigger than my heart).
Your Canadian Friend