My parents are cracking me up. They’re on the east coast, a little north of us in New York, and they cannot believe this weather. Dad texted me and said, ‘I’m impressed you live on the east coast. I need a scarf and a Russian hat.’ I told him it was about time.
My mother texted me this afternoon and said, ‘Just so you know how cold it is I’m wearing this and this and this and this and this and this and this and I’m still cold.’ Mother, welcome to my world. What a chuckle. They’ve been back here once in the winter since we’ve been married. It was that first winter with Basil when it was bitter. They were in a frenzy (sorta) trying to find all the correct Virginia winter garb. Mom was buying boots left and right. Davey was hollering that he needed a coat.
They arrived and brought with them amazingly warm weather. At the beginning of the week my dear brother was walking on our pool.
And now they’re back here. And I’m chuckling. It’s 25 degrees and snowing.
I actually drove these roads today. Wesley said, ‘Oh, you’ll be fine.’ I’ve never driven in such weather and was questioning my and his sanity as I crept along. I managed to return in one piece and tromped around a bit so you could see the harsh conditions I live in.