You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves
You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves

Here's how it goes
How I skied
Up and down the trails at Lindley
Not forthright
It was night
'Round that corner winding like a snake
No mistakes
And that fox had been dieing

If you feel like skiing
I'm not gonna send you away
But soon, trails are winding
You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves
You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves

So when I go
I should know
At borders you cannot get past
Well, not fast
But we could
With a tad
Of a small deal
And that's all you have
In the end good luck matters


If you feel like skiing
I'm not gonna send you away
But soon, trails are winding
You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves
You can ski
You can glide
But you should wear warmer gloves

Today was some strength and some skiing.  Classical at Lindley.  I found a dead fox, which appeared to be frozen solid, and I promised I'd give it a shout out in my blog.  RIP fox.

Anyways, it was colder than it looked, felt, or was supposed to be out there.  Just ask a couple of the juniors who for whatever reason didn't dress appropriately.  But I'm getting more and more used to skiing without lights in the dark, which is harder than it sounds.

As a final thought, this is a great example of a blog post that took way too long to write.  I thought I had a good beginning, but some singers just cram words they like into a melody they like without really making any effort to make them fit.  And even if I'm basing this on one of those songs, I don't want to do that.  Because believe it or not, I do have standards.

Leaving for Canada tomorrow.  I keep telling myself things are more exciting when I'm traveling.  And possibly in a different country.  Where they don't speak English.  Oh, wait, that's Maine.  We've got a few weeks yet before that happens.