Category:Italian songs
Category:Italian-language songs
Category:LGBT-related songs
Category:LGBT-related music
Category:Eros (film)In This Issue
August 3, 2013
Snow, Inc.
I found a snow bib last week. Like one of those ski socks that keeps your feet warm but still allows the snow to slide between your toes and the bottom of your boots. It’s thick, the kind of fabric that only comes in winter. I’m a London cyclist in the summer so this is a rare find. I searched the sporting store, but it’s not there. I asked our skydiving instructor, but he hadn’t seen it. I wondered if perhaps I’d be able to get it on the Internet.
This all came about while I was trying to get my wife, Lisa, to go parachuting with me. She’s not a skydiver. I’ve been working on her for a year. She’s terrified of anything that goes into the air. She watches that movie Ocean’s 11 with George Clooney and says it’s just as bad as being in a plane.
We went to a Skydive Ontario that was only a 20-minute drive from our house. After arriving, I noticed this bib was being used by a fellow skydiver. We got her number and talked a bit and realized that we were both trying to pull the same sorts of stunts. She was off on her own jump because she wanted to go twice as high. She’s basically my wingman. It’s not that I don’t want to go with her. It’s just that I don’t want to talk to her about it. It’s a conversation I’ve had to have a number of times. She knows that I’ve been working on her and that the sooner she goes, the better off she’ll be.
In my third year of working on her, she went with me, but there was a change of plans. We were supposed to fly from Oshawa to Toronto and then head back to London. She called me a couple of hours into the flight and asked to speak to Lisa. I couldn’t quite understand why. She was usually the one who did the asking.
“Listen,” she be359ba680
Related links: