My condolences to the family of a great lady, Barbara Bush. She was such an example of grace under fire, advocacy, and just plain a lovely, articulate, and kind person. She was also an author, so I confess a special affinity toward her. As so often is the case in strong families, the mother is the backbone that keeps it all together. I think anyone who has watched the Bush family over the years knows the strength of her legacy.
Wow. I just had a scare. The backyard water faucet next to my daughter’s house was turned on. Big puddle! We don’t know how and we don’t know for how long. It wasn’t broken, just on. Did the dog do it? Did the gremlins of late snow do it? Thank goodness the basement is not flooded is all I can say. That’s a huge relief. (Turns out the secondary water was turned on for irrigation. Now I know.)
The boys and I have gotten into a good routine. I will miss them terribly. I can’t say as I will miss the dog or the turtle or the homework or the drive to pre-school, but hey, you know, it all comes with the territory. My youngest grandson said he would go home with me. His mother might not agree since she hasn’t seen him for a few days. I told him I’d have to hide him in my suitcase. He says he likes coffee and he thinks I’ll let him drink it if he comes to my house. Where did that come from?
We woke up with a skiff of snow, then sunshine, then mid-morning I looked outside and it was snowing again. Sunshine resurfaced an hour later. And so it goes. This winter thing does not want to give up. I’m sure hoping to return home in calmer weather than I came. Warmth would be good too.