Premonitions

Nathan has sprained his right ankle skiing in Chamrousse this weekend. Now we have learned to take premonitions seriously.

No. 1) Boiler problem
Friday night, as we were getting ready to go skiing on Saturday, we lost our hot water and heat. We have a paper that says our hot water is electric and the heat is gas, but the new formula is "Gas boiler+water=hot water→heat." I have no idea where the element of electricity plays in this simple formula... We called the technician right away, and he came for a quick visit on early Saturday morning. We were thrilled that we did not have to cancel our ski trip.

No.2) Missing the bus
Saturday morning, after meeting a nice boiler technician, we went to get the grocery done. Everything was on schedule, except we left our apartment 3 minutes too late which resulted in missing the shuttle by literally 1 minute. The lady at the ticket booth agreed that the bus had left earlier than scheduled, and she put us on the next bus. We had 1.5 hours to kill at the station, but enjoyed a cup of coffee and tea.

No.3) Full bladder
After 1.5 hours of sitting down and a cup of caffeinated drink, we went to the bathroom before getting on the shuttle. However, as soon as we got on the shuttle, both of us were again summoned by the bathroom fairies. It was so serious that I decided to get off the bus when it stopped to pick up some more passengers. We were at the foot of the mountain. There were no more shuttles for that day to go skiing. I felt so bad, and I even tried to hitchhike but in vain. We were lucky enough that there was a bus to go back to the city centre.

No.4) Pouting fish
On the way home pouting, we saw the poissonerie was still open at the market hall where we bought two fillets of pouting fish, type of a cod. I sautéed it with Za'atar (Israeli herbal blend), and served it with grilled eggplant and flat green beans (haricot cocos) on rice. It was a perfect Sabbath dinner, until I got sick from the fish in the middle of the night. The name of the fish is registered differently in my dictionary.

With all of these premonitions, and two other minor ones like pulling my neck muscle or getting eggplant thorn in my thumb, we still headed out to go skiing on Sunday. We made it to the ski hill, Nathan was doing well considering it was his first time trying down hill skiing. The weather was gorgeous and the view was magnificent. Sitting on the chairlift, Nathan looked like a confident skier, until the moment it was time to get off the lift. I must admit, it was a steep one and I had to jump off. Nathan, I am sorry for not giving you enough explanations about the lift.

So no skiing until Nathan says he is up for it again. Until then, we enjoy the sunshine in our living room.