It takes two to dance, and more than one to make a list alive.
After the funeral today it was snowing. The sky was icy grey and the sun
appeared as a pale disc in the sky. Around the open grave women were crying
profusely. It was moving and disturbing. How can they go on?
As it turned out the thin layer of new snow made for good skiing
conditions. In the fields surrounding our town there are prepared tracks
for skiing, and even though they haven't been prepped today the slow dance
of snow made for very good conditions. Last night had been a bit warmer,
half a degree below zero, so at that time it was right to put a warm wax --
Red -- under the skis. Today, with the layer of fresh snow, a cooler wax
would be more appropriate. After applying a longer layer of a Blue wax
mixed with Purple it was time to set out into the forest.
As the case may be an outer layer of wax wears off after a while, so that
the warmer wax would get in contact with the fresh snow. This is something
the Red was is not designed for. What happens is that ice forms under the
skis, making it more troublesome to keep going. There is no other way to
remove the ice than to take the skis off and use a scrape. Now what to do
with the remaining Red wax? Scrape it off, of course.
What happens in the end -- after several turns of scraping, walking and
accumulating ice, and scraping again -- is that the skis end up more or
less wax free. This is the way they came from the store, with bare soles
and ready for use.
Is that not how we go in the end: as bare as we entered?
Mvh. / Yours sincerely,
Torgeir Fjeld, PhD