We don’t get much snow in North Carolina, so we celebrate it when we do. Even though there was snow in the forecast, pessimistic me didn’t think it would materialize. I was excited to find the ground white when I woke up, so we took our walk to the creek. Perhaps it wouldn’t even be considered a flurry, but snow meandered down that full hour. It was doing its best, despite blue skies nudging it. The photo shows our view as we headed up the street. We wondered if Logan would have school, and his family car driving by told us he was.
The ones not going to classes were grandsons David and Nathaniel in New York. David is north of the city, and Nathaniel is on Long Island. Both responded to my tentative texts. I didn’t want to wake them and figured they could sleep through a text notification. Both knew when they went to sleep last night (OK, maybe in the wee hours of this morning) that school was canceled for the blizzard today.
I laughed at the messages between David and me. It’s much quicker to dictate a text than tap it out, but our phones don’t always understand us.
I spoke, and the phone wrote, “We walked to the creek and head in Maryland for breakfast.”
What? I was telling him we ate Egg MacMehrling. That’s a takeoff of a McDonald meal, putting an egg, cheese, and bacon on an English muffin.
My phone recorded, “I slept off the deck…”
Was I asleep when hanging off the deck?? No, I swept it.
I wrote that I loved him, and David’s phone said, “I love you kits too.”
That would have been appropriate for some of my family and friends who have cats. Kits should have been lots.
I haven’t heard back from daughter Kate in New Jersey. We hope none of our northern friends lose power in the storm.
The photo below was taken exactly four years ago, showing John shoveling after Nate’s blizzard. That was the year we had about 31 inches of snow on Nathaniel’s birthday. The boy admitted to praying for snow, so John accused him ever after of praying for an inch, but doing it 31 times. We had fun being snowbound with our grandson. As it turned out, he might have been better off at his home. His dad lost power for an hour or so, but nothing like the eight days we were marooned in a cold house. Our memories are warm, even if the event was cold.