I was going to tell you about my weekend, where after I was in a blizzard, I flew back into another one.
Instead, I give you this heartwarming poem:
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Meg remembers when she would pick lilacs and bring them in to her fifth grade teacher. They always bring a smile to her face every May.
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Very clever!! I’m flying from Denver to Baltimore tomorrow and glad the Blizzard didn’t hit 2 days later!
I feel your pain! I do not like snow. Our old neighborhood back in MD just got 21 inches. INCHES! 21 of them! Ugh. Don’t miss it one little bit.
I’m banning the ever popular “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” for the remainder of the holiday season since we’ve been slammed with almost 2 feet, yes, I say, 2 feet of snow which fell on Cape of Cod (where, BTW, snow is supposed to be infrequent due to the fact that we are on the ocean and snow doesn’t last – unless it falls on Dec. 19 – 20 and the temps are below 20 in which case it will probably stay until March since the drifts are up to my 5’6″ shoulders. Your poem brings a sense of holidays gone haywire (which often happens) and what we “love” about them….the sense that everything is beyond our control….and so we cope with whatever aids we have….candy, cookies, cakes, cocktails!!! Welcome Home and Merry, Merry!!!
I personally love a white Christmas! Ah Mom – note to self – I do not think you are 5’6″ anymore – just saying!
I also love NE because we have “freakish” weather which nobody can predict! Remember the Blizzard of 78? Come on how much fun was that??? Treking 2 miles for some powdered milk? YUK BTW! I had the “never agains” after that experience!
Glad the liquor and wine was flowing! Always laugh – it’s the best medicine! (after you swear your head off!)
YAY! Jet Blue just got my Cape Cod Kid down here!
That white stuff? That’s why I DON’T live on the Cape anymore.