Of course by the time you read this I might have broken every one of these New Year’s resolutions. But what would a new year be without resolutions? (The answer to the question of course is: February. But let’s proceed anyway.)
So here goes:
1. My ski partner and I will not get in the singles line at the chairlift when we aren’t really singles and are just trying to beat the system.
We’ve all done it. We thought, when we were kids, that we were outsmarting the fools in the line that wound past the ropes leading to the chairlift. That was a youthful expression of impatience. I’m not impatient anymore. I’d just as soon have the extra few minutes to catch my breath.