Three words I never expected to write in sequence: I. Love. Skiing.
As you may recall, Blair decided--on a whim--to take us skiing. Our private ski lesson was this morning at 8 am. "Ralph" was replaced with "Jim," an infinitely patient and capable instructor. The lift didn't open until 9 so our timing was perfect--we got in and got our equipment and had our practice session before any real crowds showed up.
This was a good thing as "I love skiing" does not necessarily equate to "I am good at skiing."