For over a decade now, BW and I and another couple spend a week at the spa after all the holiday madness. It’s a lovely little break. The guys ski/snowboard, and the ladies enjoy the spa. I usually work a bit, too. I don’t ski. It’s cold, it’s wet–especially if you tend to fall down a lot. I prefer a nice hot stone massage to the slopes.
We all do what we do.
But this year, we had something different. BW was invited to do a photography showing here. This place has an amazing art collection. So in addition to the usual four, Jason and Kat came up–much valuable help with the loading in of BW’s art–Laura and her husband came mid week, and another friend and her dh came a day later.
It turned into a wonderful, happy little party that went a long way to keeping everybody cheerful even as the temps fell below zero. Talk about cold and wet.
What fun it’s been to float back from some fabulous afternoon treatment and see BW’s photographs lining the walls. And how lovely it is to spend a few days with friends who are friends with each other as well.
I’ve got a lot of work and a long winter waiting for me starting tomorrow, but this has been a warm little island of friendship and happy in the world of snow and ice.
Those of you dealing with the cold (it was minus 3 when I got up this morning), I hope you can gather with friends, or curl up with a book–I’ve done both this week, and it’s going to help me get through the chilly weeks ahead.