My blog posts are going to be short and sweet this week as we prepare for Thanksgiving, and company.
I’m happy to report that Bec was smart enough to change her flight to Monday. She arrived at our house before the first flake even fell.
And speaking of flakes, many, many flakes are predicted to fall between yesterday evening and this afternoon. As much as an inch an hour is one prediction I heard. Perhaps somewhere between 12 and 18 inches. Aren’t we lucky? (That was sarcasm, though many of you actually think that is true.)
Jen will drive south to Denver between snowstorms, on Wednesday. It should be clear, if cold. Another front will move in Thursday sometime.
Today Joseph, Micah, Dagny, and Maggie Faith spent the day with us. Among other things, we watched It’s a Wonderful Life, a movie that has had to grow on me over the years. I believe it might have to grow on Micah as well. He was totally puzzled about the concept of George Baily having never been born. But he’s right there, he kept pointing out. If he’s never been born, why isn’t he invisible? All good questions, you see. Joseph began worrying as soon as George lost the money. Does he ever get it back, Joseph asked me. I wouldn’t give away the ending, but reminded him that it was a holiday movie. Christmas magic.
Last night, Bill, Bec, Heather, Lauren and I went out for dinner to celebrate all the birthdays we never get to spend together. I chose Le Merise, the French restaurant where we recently dined, as our venue. When we drove home at 8:30, there were still only flurries. There were no worries from my end. Heather was our Lyft driver!