Dateline. Pittsfield, but it should be Washington. We were supposed to go down yesterday but didn't relish the idea of driving seven hours through snow, sleet and rain. Mailmen were not. So we will reschedule a trip south in a couple of weeks. We're overdue for a grandchild fix.
Looks like Peter and Janet got their grandchildren fix this weekend, traveling down to Baltimore, I think, in better weather. I had to choose a picture between their visit and Kiernan's screenshots waiting for his parents to open the door.
Big news out west, but not the great kind. Lur fell on the ice and broke her hand/wrist. She's in a cast and will find out Monday if she requires surgery. Fortunately (if there is a fortune in a broken bone), it's her left hand, not the one she had surgery on before.
They also heard from Claire who said she had joined a chorus, which was planning a singing tour of Ireland this summer.
They may have been singing, but that wasn't the focus of the Caribbean cruise that John and Marilyn took with Colleen, Laura, Robbie, Kim and their friends. They stopped in Key West, the Bahamas and the Dominican Republic. A good time for all. Marilyn's knee surgery is scheduled for later this month.
Two names from the past. Up north, we heard from David who has been in touch with Andy Clempt, a friend from Cincinnati. I have a vague recollection it was Andy who soaped our screens one trick or treat night that sent Pop over the she. Amazing how much those years stay alive either us. One more Cincinnati tidbit When I was there a couple of years ago for the high school reunion, I met a few people who were talking about their favorite teacher: Mr Tuwilliger.
Speaking of Cincinnati, David reminded me that spring training started this week. This is our year, I think.
We have birthdays!! Theo turned two out in Colorado, and Luisa will be three next week even if she insists that she's one. And I got a happy birthday card for a one year old, too. Someone inked in a 7 in front of the 1.
Fun. And hope everyone had a happy Valentine's Day. We celebrated by eating leftovers and watching Brooks and Capehart.
In the I'm glad I'm retired category: 1. We saw a bunch of fire trucks in the parking lot across the street and went over to watch them practice pulling people out of the ice. I would not wanted to be the volunteer who fell through the ice for the training. 2. The excavation company was here Friday to pour concrete and take away the steps in front of the now-gone house next door. Yes, it was 20 degrees and yes they poured concrete. Another job I would not want.
It looks to be an inside day today. Freezing rain means icy roads. Church is called off and the Y closed down. My computer's in the shop. I'll reenact the 1800s. But that would mean putting this letter in envelopes and mailing to everyone. Think I'll use Facebook.
Hurry up spring. Love from up here.
