No school!

Friday, the winds were blowing the heavy snow around, and school got called off.  I puttered around here at home waiting for the winds to die down and the road crews to do their work.  Left for Muncie about 2:30.  Interstates were mostly dry and traffic was light.  No problems.

We had a busy weekend, shopping and covering bases with the children.  Nathan worked on replacing the exhaust vent/light in the main bathroom on Saturday.  Took longer than it needed to because the first one we bought was too small for the hole in the ceiling.  (It was HUGE!)  Meg made two batches of soap.  We all worked full tilt just to stay in one place.  Meg and I both got some holiday shopping done.  That was nice...

Both Robin and Ryan came down with colds during the night last night and were fussy.  Poor Meg caught the brunt of most of that.  Robin's first crying spell, I heard.  (I didn't hear any of the others from her or Ryan after I fell asleep.)  Her mother and I both responded.  Mommy was rocking her to get her settled down, but she said "I want Gwamma."  Well!  I don't care what you say; I am here to tell you that there is no greater honor in life than to be requested by a grandchild who needs comforting!   Grandkids are a special gift from God!

Today, Sunday, Meg and Nate had to be at church early to rehearse with the choir for their songs for the service.  I was left on my own to get me and the children ready and get us there in time. Almost didn't make it!  (They go to the nursery and love it!)  Meg and Nate have joined the Unitarian Universalist Church of Muncie.  One of their members--a woman of Swedish descent--started a Santa Lucia tradition years ago.  December 13th is the feast day for Saint Lucy.  In Sweden, the eldest daughter in a family portrays St. Lucy.  Wearing a white gown and a crown of lit candles, she awakens her family with saffron buns and coffee on her feast day.  At the church service today, one of the young people--a high school girl that my grandchildren adore--was to be St. Lucy.  What we DIDN'T know was that St. Lucy was to be followed down the aisle by the "star children".  Meg and Nate were singing Santa Lucia with the choir while "St. Lucy" was walking down the aisle in her candled crown and tray of buns and coffee...followed by my grandchildren and the other nursery children in white gowns, crowns of golden glittery stuff, and carrying stars on staffs!  Angels all!  It was so very special!  Meg was singing with tears in her voice.  All I could think was, "We didn't bring a camera!!!"

Frodo and I got home about 6:00.  The house is peaceful but boring.  Tomorrow is my radio club's Christmas dinner and elections...plus school, of course.  Life goes on...  The weekends are all too short.