That winter storm that pummeled the southeast brought a perfect little snow to Charlottesville…the kind that coats everything in icing sugary powder without taking out power lines or making transportation really impossible for days on end. No, this was that lovely kind of snow that brings whooping glee to all the town’s kids. They spent Saturday sledding down the big hill at Washington Park, just a couple of blocks from our house. We walked by them on our trek downtown, in search of hot beverages and a place to park ourselves for a few hours of drawing and knitting. Paul has been teasing me over my love affair with my new Hunter boots, given to me for Christmas by Mom and Dad. I have hardly taken them off since Christmas Day, it must be admitted. But guess who had the last laugh, with toes that were still toasty and dry by the time we got to Mudhouse?
It was a largely unproductive weekend, which was nice after the frenzy of last weekend’s embroidering and shop opening. We talked wedding plans when Mom and Dad came up for lunch yesterday. I finished reading The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. What a fun book. I can’t believe I’d never read it before. Not a lot of books make me laugh out loud multiple times, but that one did.
Anyway, today I want to wish my mom a very happy birthday. She’s still killin’ it at 70!