The Colorado Girl Diary II Day 16

I’ve had more troubled customers today with returned sweaters and ski pants that don’t fit (not even close). I totally understand; however, when a gal or guy cannot pull the ski pants past her knees, it will never fit. Barring a gastric bypass procedure, the man or woman will probably never achieve the ability to wear clothes that are considerably smaller. We have had customers (both male and female) that have lost 250 pounds with the weight loss surgical procedures. They appear incredibly fit comparably. It’s their entire appearance of wellness with proper diet and exercise that has made their health prosper. Thus, customers want me on the bandwagon for these weight reducing procedures. I’ve consulted my dad, family practice MD, regarding all the procedures. Dad only recommends weight reduction procedures if the Paleo or similar diet has not worked over 6 months; and other illnesses such as hypertension, diabetes or cancer are threatening. Obesity is difficult for many of our clients. I’m fortunate in that I didn’t inherit obesity tendencies and had strict parents regarding health habits. I’ve learned and encouraged clients on line and at our store to be realistic about sizing outdoor wear clothes.

Fitted Bindings is doing well and I sincerely believe by allowing returns that don’t fit (even if used) is sensible from a moral and business perspective long term. I’ve convinced the company brass to donate these returned/used clothes to the poor and employ a tax write off.  This has worked well as many of the returned items go directly to the poor and needy that were formerly in Mom’s special needs ski class. Now I’ve resumed Mom’s duties at the election of the ski resorts and students. It is a big responsibility to assist a disabled skier onto a lift and get them down the hill with obvious physical and emotional impairments. Fitted Bindings has built this into my work schedule; however, I’m totally exhausted when returning to work. I need a partner and sometimes the Downtown gals and guys come to my rescue. Most skiers would rather spend the day in back bowls and skiing bumps. Our local group has had the advantages of skiing since birth. Therefore, I morally feel we need to continue to assist special needs adults and kids who want to learn the sport. It’s surprising how well the special needs skiers perform. After a period they no longer need me as an instructor. I hover so as to give them reassurance that I’m right there when a spill occurs. Snapping on a ski to fit within the binding in the middle of a snowstorm is not the easiest skill to master. I feel very good when I leave my skiing students. I’ve done the God-like action similar to Mom’s ski classes for the poor and needy.

Fanny called and her due day is nearing. Her falsetto voice and pleasing personality is a big plus for Downtown. I feel an interlude while she is bonding with her little guy will be a welcome treat for her. Her hubby, Bennett Wilder IV, is so excited. I’m happy for both of them. He’s done well with his job. Bennett is an internet consultant with the Silicon Valley giants of the industry. When there is a problem, they consult Bennett Wilder IV. Bennett had “hit” on me when I was hoping for Greg Hanisch’s heart. I will underneath admit that Fanny and Bennett are the perfect couple. Both are outgoing, loving, caring and will be great parents. Bennett Wilder IV is a good catch for any girl. Bennett always looks at me with implicit inquisition. I know he always will love Fanny to death. However, if Greg Hanisch MD died and he lost Fanny, I know he’d be at my doorstep with flowers. His Mom wanted him to marry me. Bennett’s Mom was the wealthiest person in Beaver Creek, Colorado. Why am I even thinking thoughts like this? Why am I placing these inner thoughts in a writing? I’m writing a diary; and I cannot lie. It’s not a diary if there is falsity spread throughout my writings. No one will ever read my writings. I worried endlessly that Mom peeked into my diary book. Most probably she sat it down if she discovered my secret novel. Mom was such a great person and would respect everyone’s privacy. Now I’m thinking of her again. She not only sang Downtown, but she and Grandma also sang Petula Clark’s and Tony Hatch’s “Don’t Sleep in the Subway.”

You wander around
on your own little cloud
when you don’t see the why
or the wherefore.

Ooh, you walk out on me
when we both disagree
’cause to reason is not what you care for.

I’ve heard it all a million times before.
Take off your coat, my love, and close the door.

Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
Don’t stand in the pouring rain.
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
The night is long.
Forget your foolish pride.
Nothing’s wrong,
now you’re beside me again.

You try to be smart
then you take it apart
’cause it hurts when your ego is deflated.
um-m-um-um-um-um
You don’t realize
that it’s all compromise
and the problems are so over-rated.

Good-bye means nothing when it’s all for show.
So why pretend you’ve somewhere else to go?

Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
Don’t stand in the pouring rain.
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
The night is long.
Forget your foolish pride.
Nothing’s wrong,
now you’re beside me again.

Oh, oh, oh.
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
Don’t stand in the pouring rain.
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’.
The night is long.
Forget your foolish pride.
Nothing’s wrong,
now you’re beside me again.