David chipped a path to the car in the ice-covered driveway, so tonight we are meeting the kids for dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant. Richard is in town from San Diego for a class at the Navy Yard in DC, and Connie is driving up from the farm. My youngest son in Martinsburg (near the NC border) is too far away to make the drive to NOVA**, especially with more snow forecast for tomorrow.
I burst into tears at the kitchen table this morning. Don’t know if it was the sight of the pot of coffee spilled everywhere or the grey skies. I don’t drink coffee, so the mess was David’s, and not a very nice way to greet the morning. I cleaned up the kitchen counters and he cleaned the floor. From now on, I will have to double-check the coffee maker at night. He is so forgetful. But so am I. We now double-check everything. I reminded him of the days when he had his own plane and he had to go through a checklist before he left the runway.
To cheer myself up, yesterday, I ordered $300 worth of yarn from a new supplier. David says, “Are you going to make another Afghan?” I hope so says I, secretly planning several projects. Maybe I just like yarn. Beautiful, bright-colored yarn. Got to bring color into the house some way. David does it by plugging in his “happy lights”, Christmas lights we’ve had hanging on a living room wall for several years.
Well, this post is short, but until I can get outside again, it may be the best I can do. Meanwhile, I will be reading and crocheting…something new. This week, I’ll visit blog friends as I can.
** What the younger locals call Northern Virginia; they call the other parts of VA ROVA as in “rest of.”