We are at my mom and dad's house, celebrating my dad's 76th birthday. Yay, Dad! We love you! You won't believe what an impersonal and practical, no clutter gift we got him -- socks. Yes, it's true. Socks. It's not quite as impersonal a gift as it seems. Dad and I both have tender feet, and neither of us can stand to have a wrinkle in our sock. I saw some socks for diabetic/tender feet, nice soft cushy ones, and that's what we got him. I hope he agrees with all the glowing reviews. Dad?
While here in California our girls were going to get their first experience at ice skating. Daddy and I were even planning to put skates on again for the first time in decades! But alas. Emily threw up at 3 a.m., and again this morning in spite of the fact that she kept telling me how "fine" she felt today.... boo hoo. Many tears now, as her ice skating is going to have to wait for a healthier day. Poor Emily. (I wondered if maybe this is God's way of keeping me from doing something really foolish (grin). But no, then it could have just been me throwing up...) The two of us will just stay home together and try to rejoice with them that do rejoice.
In the meantime, it is pouring rain. As high winds are expected along the way, and snow as low as 1500', we are considering our options for our return trip to the desert. Praying it won't be with a van full of flu patients.