Collingwood 03
Dec. 29th, 2010 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitchy_merlinIn all the excitement of today, I almost forgot to post. (Well, for a very loose definition of "excitement"). People were feeling better today, so we all - Dad, David, Mom, Grandpa and I - went out skiing this morning. It was one of those days where the light is flat, so you can't see what the snow's like till you ski over it. And by then, if it's ice or moguls, it's usually too late. I solved this problem by tailing Grandpa down all the runs, because I think his eyesight may actually be better than mine (and what is that even?).
Then we came in for lunch and I worked on my exchange application for a bit. In terms of word count, I'm almost halfway there, and in terms of content, I'm about one-third through. I'm planning to work more on it tomorrow, and hopefully to have it finished by the time we get back to Toronto.
In the afternoon, Mom, Dad and I went to the gym again. Alas, two guys had commandeered the entire studio to practice some form of martial arts - it looked really cool, but I was a bit upset at having no space to dance. Oh well. If we go tomorrow, hopefully it will not be taken.
We had dinner at Brunello's, an Italian restaurant, as a belated birthday celebration for Mom. The food was amazing, and now I am so stuffed I don't even want to move. On the way back to the lodge, Grandma and Grandpa regaled us with stories of their forays into not-so-juvenile delinquency: One year, they were up in Collingwood with a couple of friends and decided they wanted a Christmas tree. Ok, fine. But instead of going into, say, one of the many convenient forested areas here, or picking one up at a store, what do they do? "Well, we didn't want to go into the forest for a tree," says Grandma. "So we climbed the fence around the hydro plant and cut one down." Because what else do you do when you need a Christmas tree? But, oh horror of horrors, the tree was too big. The obvious solution: "We only cut half of it," says Grandpa. "We chopped off the top half and left the bottom part still standing." Apparently, the short tree is still visible to this day. Maybe this is one of those you-had-to-be-there moments, but I was killing myself laughing when I heard the story.
TL;DR: You guys, my grandparents broke into a hydro plant to steal half a Christmas tree. BRB LOLING FOREVER.
Oh, and something that didn't make it into the previous entry: HARRY POTTER POWER! We were getting off the Southern Comfort ski lift at the top of the mountain and making our way over to the start of the run (O-Hill) when a group of young kids whizzed past us, each shouting about how s/he had super speed power! Or super strength! . Not to be outdone, one of the boys near the end of the group mounted one of his ski poles like a broomstick and zoomed by us yelling "HARRY POTTER POWER!" at the top of his lungs. He is my new hero, and I think that is my new catchphrase. :D
Then we came in for lunch and I worked on my exchange application for a bit. In terms of word count, I'm almost halfway there, and in terms of content, I'm about one-third through. I'm planning to work more on it tomorrow, and hopefully to have it finished by the time we get back to Toronto.
In the afternoon, Mom, Dad and I went to the gym again. Alas, two guys had commandeered the entire studio to practice some form of martial arts - it looked really cool, but I was a bit upset at having no space to dance. Oh well. If we go tomorrow, hopefully it will not be taken.
We had dinner at Brunello's, an Italian restaurant, as a belated birthday celebration for Mom. The food was amazing, and now I am so stuffed I don't even want to move. On the way back to the lodge, Grandma and Grandpa regaled us with stories of their forays into not-so-juvenile delinquency: One year, they were up in Collingwood with a couple of friends and decided they wanted a Christmas tree. Ok, fine. But instead of going into, say, one of the many convenient forested areas here, or picking one up at a store, what do they do? "Well, we didn't want to go into the forest for a tree," says Grandma. "So we climbed the fence around the hydro plant and cut one down." Because what else do you do when you need a Christmas tree? But, oh horror of horrors, the tree was too big. The obvious solution: "We only cut half of it," says Grandpa. "We chopped off the top half and left the bottom part still standing." Apparently, the short tree is still visible to this day. Maybe this is one of those you-had-to-be-there moments, but I was killing myself laughing when I heard the story.
TL;DR: You guys, my grandparents broke into a hydro plant to steal half a Christmas tree. BRB LOLING FOREVER.
Oh, and something that didn't make it into the previous entry: HARRY POTTER POWER! We were getting off the Southern Comfort ski lift at the top of the mountain and making our way over to the start of the run (O-Hill) when a group of young kids whizzed past us, each shouting about how s/he had super speed power! Or super strength! . Not to be outdone, one of the boys near the end of the group mounted one of his ski poles like a broomstick and zoomed by us yelling "HARRY POTTER POWER!" at the top of his lungs. He is my new hero, and I think that is my new catchphrase. :D
