Tonight is our last night of our kid’s winter vacation. Today has been rather laid back as the weather has deterioted into rain and wind with much colder temps, and we may even get some flurries tonight and tomorrow before noon. They came in to snow and are going to leave in snow.
To soften their leaving a little, our eldest son and eldest grandson (age 6 1/2) will be in very late tonight for son to present at an academic conference tomorrow and we will have a whole day with our grandson. On Sunday we will take them home and then on to Pennsylvania to pick up hubby’s new puppy.
It has been a great week. I will surely cry when they leave as I always do and wish that the time will come when they can move closer than 13 hours from us.
And we will be taking our eldest grandson to visit them in June and all of us will go to Disney World for a couple of days.
It rained last night, all night. Not a timid drizzle, but torrential downpours with lightening, creek filling rain. By morning, it was clearing, only partly cloudy and by 10 a.m. it was already near 50, so we headed off to the Cascades, a beautiful 2 mile uphill walk along a creek to an awesome waterfall.
We have made this hike numerous times, our daughter once when her son was an infant, but I think this one is most memorable. The rain had the creek rushing by us, the falls were gushing over the cliff face. The mountain runoff creeks poured over and down the trails and we couldn’t even get to the very top because of the runoff.
This was a family event, all 4 adults, our 5 year old grandson who walked the entire 4 miles without complaint, our 3 month old granddaughter being baby worn by her Dad, and the Golden Retriever that travelled to Virginia with them.
Now that we are home again, the adults are all nursing sore legs, dog is out on the floor and grandson is down for one of the few naps he has taken this week. I think we will all sleep well tonight.
Our Florida kids are visiting this week, daughter, son in law and 2 grands, a 5 year old and the 3 month old. They wanted snow and mother nature cooperated with 7 inches on Sunday for sled play that afternoon and the next morning. Fun was had until the temperature started its rise and the snow quickly disappeared.
Since daughter grew up in Virginia, we taught our kids to ski but she hasn’t been skiing in over a decade, son in law and grandson had never skiied, so we decided a skiing adventure to Winterplace, an hour from our house would be a fun day trip. Off we went at 6:30 this morning, put grandson in Skiwee school for half a day, son in law in a group lesson for 90 minutes and took turns with the 3 month old granddaughter in the lodge. Except for the fact that it was 50 degrees and it rained off and on this afternoon, a good time was had by all.
Daughter picked it back up like she had never been off skiis. Son in law did well and grandson loved ski school.
And Mom, Dad, and daughter even got a couple of runs together.
Next installment in the fun times will be a hike to the Cascades tomorrow as the temperature is supposed to be 60.
Grandson, dog, sled snowy day fun
Son in law plays too.
Finally we have real snow and it is only February. So far we have 7 inches. Just what we ordered for our Florida kids and grands.
Much has been said about the events of this week. The week was supposed to begin with a 5 1/2 hour road trip to pick up hubby’s gift, but this had to be postponed by almost two weeks.
In 1994, hubby and I were walking in the mall, probably picking up something for the house we had moved into a couple of months prior and in the window of the mall petstore was an Old English Sheepdog puppy. We had previously owned another female who didn’t respond well to my return to work after taking 6 months maternity leave when our daughter was born. Unable to retrain her to nondestructive behaviors, we reluctantly gave her to a family with kids and a stay at home mom who had prior OES’s in her life. This little ball of fluff drew us in, just as she was supposed to and we left with pup, kennel, bowls, brushes and the other paraphenalia that goes with dog ownership. She was an AKC pup, but we had no intention of breeding or showing her, she was to be a family pet. We arrived home after calling the kids to the front yard and turned RagMutt loose on the kids. Oldest son was indifferent, daughter was in love, youngest son and pup were terrified. Though, her grooming and vet care fell mostly to me, she was hubby’s baby.
She grew much larger than female OES’s normally grow and lived way beyond her 9 year life expectancy. In 2006, I moved to the mountains to my new job and to play a more active role in the construction of our house. Hubby stayed in Virginia Beach with youngest son, a recent high school graduate, and with RagMutt, who by now was an old lady of 12. They moved into a ground floor apartment that allowed large pets. It was another year and a half later that her health and age resulted in the decision to put her down, a decision that produced tears for me in the mountains, but more for hubby in Virginia Beach.
Another year and a half passed and Jim finally retired to the mountains with me and discussions about dogs have occurred sporadically since. Our postponed road trip is to pick up an apricot male English Mastiff pup, who will be old enough then to take from his litter. This pup is hubby’s Valentine/Anniversary gift.
Yesterday was our Anniversary, 34 years together. Would I do it again if given the chance? Absolutely. I wouldn’t want to change anything, the kids, the pets, various houses, they are all threads in the ribbon of our life together.
Yesterday, I was spoiled! Awakened with the question of whether I wanted to go out for bagels, not his favorite as he rarely eats breakfast, but a known treat for me. A Valentine’s card and box of dark chocolate awaited me downstairs before we left. We spent time together at the library perusing periodicals in our choice of topics, ran a few errands together, spending time together, holding hands like young love. We live 4 miles below Mounain Lake Hotel (where they filmed “Dirty Dancing,” and due to the drought the past few years, the lake is very low, having dried up 2 summers ago, so we took a drive up to check the lake and see the snow as they are 2000 feet higher than we, they often get more snow.
Upon arriving home, this bouquet was awaiting me. We have young organic farmer friends who as part of their business model, sell flower shares good for 15 weeks of fresh flower bouquets during the summer, my love had bought me a share for our anniversary and our friends, Bert and Gwynn had brought me the dried flower bouquet and share card while we were out leaving it on our table for me to find.
The treats didn’t end there as we had reservations at a nice restaurant in town for a 4 course meal with a live pianist and each lady presented with a live rose and each couple with a small box of heart shaped chocolate truffles.
I felt spoiled and pampered by our day.
This is a day, back many decades ago that you were excited or disappointed by the number of Valentine’s cards that were stuffed into the box you decorated in elementary school (prior to teachers insisting that every child bring a card for every other child in the class). Not being particularly popular, my box was never stuffed very full, but I knew that I would always get a Valentine card from my Dad.
A couple of decades passed, the excitement waned as I was then a secondary educator and high school kids don’t give Valentine’s to their teachers, but I still received a card each year from my Dad.
In 1977, I was introduced to the law partner of one of my hiking buddies and I can’t say that sparks flew immediately, but we became a couple. For Christmas that year, we went to Vermont with a ski group for my first real ski trip, having only skiied 1 day trip prior to that. On the first day out, I fell on a bunny slope, separating my left shoulder. Though it troubled me dressing and undressing and at night, when I was in all of my ski clothes, it was not too bothersome and I continued to ski for 4 more days, getting diagnosis and treatment on New Year’s eve after getting back home. We went out for a drink after the ER visit then home to cheer in the New Year. At the stroke of midnight, Jim proposed to me (with his shoes by the door in case I said no, he claims that my sking injured convinced him that I was a keeper). Of course, the answer was yes and we began discussing when and where we would wed. His romantic (he says practical) suggestion was Valentine’s day, saying if he ever forgot it, he would be in double trouble.
He has never forgotten, surprising me with a dozen or even two dozen roses at school, fancy dinners out with my parents watching our children, later as our kids were older, with Bed and breakfast weekends. A couple of these evenings, have been accompanied with a diamond anniversary ring and another with a heart shaped diamond heart necklace, but the first piece of jewelry, a simple band of gold hearts, placed on my left ring finger in front of our family and friends, 34 years ago today continues to be my favorite.