Dean Baxter
Basic
Two weeks ago, my wife and I returned from a Skiing trip in Andora to find her greenhouse had taken a battering from Storm Ciara.
Actually, we were quite relieved to find that the damage was confined to her greenhouse (a cheap thing that she'd bought online, that turned out to be made of feeble aluminium and plastic). 'I can fix that', I said.
I didn't get around to it the following weekend as Storm Dennis was in full swing, so I let that do it's worse.
But, this weekend there was a break in the weather long enough for me to put the hateful thing back together. I even made some improvements, so that it might be marginally more robust.
That night I lied in bed and listened to the wind trashing it with renewed gusto.
My wife is risk averse and is frightened of most things...except mountains. While she'd been attacking a black run, I was settling down for some 'Apres Ski' with my sister, Sophie.
I was enjoying my Gluhwein when Sophie, unexpectedly, announced that I was her 'Ski Hero'.
'What are you talking about? I'm not even as good as you' I said.
'Yes, but I've come to realise that Skiing isn't for me,' She said. 'You just go up a mountain, then come down. It's hard work, and I can't be bothered with it...But you just keep going; no matter how many times you fall down, you get up, smiling, and you do it again, and again and again...You're like The terminator.'
That was one of the most profound things anyone has said to me, and I thought it was a lovely model for what we are doing here. None of us were born writers, anymore than I was a born skier, but lets all get up, keep smiling, and do it again.
Actually, we were quite relieved to find that the damage was confined to her greenhouse (a cheap thing that she'd bought online, that turned out to be made of feeble aluminium and plastic). 'I can fix that', I said.
I didn't get around to it the following weekend as Storm Dennis was in full swing, so I let that do it's worse.
But, this weekend there was a break in the weather long enough for me to put the hateful thing back together. I even made some improvements, so that it might be marginally more robust.
That night I lied in bed and listened to the wind trashing it with renewed gusto.
My wife is risk averse and is frightened of most things...except mountains. While she'd been attacking a black run, I was settling down for some 'Apres Ski' with my sister, Sophie.
I was enjoying my Gluhwein when Sophie, unexpectedly, announced that I was her 'Ski Hero'.
'What are you talking about? I'm not even as good as you' I said.
'Yes, but I've come to realise that Skiing isn't for me,' She said. 'You just go up a mountain, then come down. It's hard work, and I can't be bothered with it...But you just keep going; no matter how many times you fall down, you get up, smiling, and you do it again, and again and again...You're like The terminator.'
That was one of the most profound things anyone has said to me, and I thought it was a lovely model for what we are doing here. None of us were born writers, anymore than I was a born skier, but lets all get up, keep smiling, and do it again.