I gave myself a pretty attainable goal for the month of January, a time when the momentum of the holidays ebb, and our little town settles back into it’s quiet winter rhythm. Being a high desert, concern over the lack of snow can be heard from the local buzz in the coffee shops and cafes. We rely on the melt off running the ditch systems throughout the spring and summer to irrigate crops and keep our flora from drying into kindling.
Still, the ski hill is open with a much thinner base than years past, and I make the effort to get up there for outdoors and exercise. One way to push myself to get up there is to take a locals class; 6 mornings of 2 hour lessons. I just completed another ski week on Friday January 31, improving on my skills and confidence in thinner snow and slicks of ice, and spent the evening sculpting the last of the 12 cowgirls I aimed to create during the month of January.
While I had also hoped to throw 36 mugs this month in addition, January’s typically quiet, mellow rhythm was broken up by a variety of unexpected adventures, and I have decided that I will reach that goal this week, to be fired by the 15th! Wish me luck!