I've been meaning to take Neko skiing. For about two years.
Tom, Renita, and Diane took her tubing last year, but she petered out after 30 minutes because she was cold. So when the weather soared toward 50 today, I realized this was perfect opportunity.
When Tom arrived home, Neko and I took off for the slopes. She was excited but nervous. She has a hard time with new things. She wants to be good at everything right away.
As expected, she fell a lot at the beginning. She was frustrated, and mentioned quitting once or twice, but quickly got the hang of it. By the end of the evening, she was leading Renita and I down the bunny hill, demanding to go first.
As we rode up the hill on the moving sidewalk (the bunny hill alternative to ski lifts), she looked up at the Wishing Star (the North Star) and told me she was making a wish.
Later, I asked her what she wished for. "My very own skis," she replied.
(I completely forgot my fling camera, so you'll have to make due with these iPhone photos.)