Love, and Other Indoor Sports

by Jeffe Kennedy

I grew up in Colorado so, yeah, I know about the winter sports. Even though I was never much of an athletic girl, I skied and ice-skated. I made snow-forts and snow-tunnels. In high school, I was even a member of the cross-country ski club, which is far less competitive than it sounds.

I still have my own set of cross-country skis. In our early years of dating, I taught David how to cross-country ski and we went most every weekend.

I think that's part of living in a heavy winter-weather climate. You either embrace winter sports or you spend the winter going slowly crazy indoors.

Now that I live in Santa Fe? Not so much.

Oh we get snow, as you see above. Then, in a day or two, it all melts away. But there's the ski area above town. And Taos and Angelfire. We could totally go skiing if we wanted to . Do we?

Oh no, no, no.

I remember back in Girl Scout camp, a girl I met signed everything "Love, and Other Indoor Sports." I didn't quite get it and she informed me that it was dirty. This was around the same time that another girl told me the song "Afternoon Delight" was dirty. I didn't understand why. She said "rubbing sticks and stones? making sparks? rubbing YOU?" I was still confused. Not that I didn't know all about sex at that point - but the metaphor totally escaped me.

"Love, and other indoor sports," has likewise stuck with me. Now I get the implication, that the love is making love, and it can be as athletic as you like, etc. But I've found I've discovered the joy of indoor sports. I love to cozy in and write and read while the snow flies. I'll save my enjoyment of the outdoors for gentler weather.

Love,

(and other indoor sports)

Jeffe