Snowing here, and traffic in and around Washington DC is famous for grinding to a halt when it snows. I expect my trip to the gym for aqua aerobics tomorrow morning will be difficult. I would love to live near the pool as some of my exercise buddies do (most of them can walk to the pool from their apartments via underground tunnels).
Karen our instructor, also a realtor, has helped many of the widows in our group find new housing near the pool in various “high-rise apartment buildings.” When they grow too old to live alone, many of these widows move across the Leesburg Pike to the Episcopal Retirement Home which is a lovely, but a pricey facility some us will never afford. The high-rise complex is a lovely “aging in place” assortment of buildings, but dogs are not allowed in most buildings, making it impossible us. I can’t imagine living without my dog and neither can David. Besides, when the time for relocation occurs, I am moving South so as to be near one of my children. David says it will be me who is left, and he may be right as he is 12.5 years older, and wives outlive husbands more often than not. Even so, I know he would sell up and move out of this house if I predeceased him.
Generally, we make it through the winter without the bitter weather which frightens me as we’ve had enough joint replacements for a while, but inevitably, the cold from Canada comes in on the Jet Stream and collides with the rains coming from the Midwest. With temps hovering at 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 on the centigrade scale) all day, we expect some accumulation by nightfall.
Our little Tree
Technically, winter isn’t here until the Solstice, December 21 or 22, so this is an early storm. Hopefully, it will not be a repeat of “the Great Storm” which hit our area a few winters ago, snarled traffic and knocked out electricity for several days. Fingers crossed.