Snow Day

As predicted, I woke up to snow this morning...not much, but concerning. My former school district had called for a 2-hour delay...then canceled school. I had to admit that it felt good to wake up on this snowy morning and know that I didn't have to get up and out in the dark, to clean off my car, and hope to make it to school on time. There are some good things about retirement!

I may not have posted yesterday that my baby Robin has glasses now! The school referred her in a vision screening. She was taken to a doctor...20/50 in one eye and 20/70 in the other. She now sports specs. Looks cute!

Grandma Judy and I will be driving to Muncie on Wednesday for the children's Christmas program. (In January!) I hope the weather cooperates. We hope to take a KFC dinner to the house before the program, then depart afterwards so Kendra can get the children in bed on schedule. We'll see...

For the day's schedule, I floundered. Worked in my room some... and worked in Megan's. Megan's room used to be MY room, but now she is gone, so I hardly know how to refer to it. I'm still in a quandary about what to do. I live all alone in a house with four bedrooms. I need to have a guest room, but don't know how to make that happen. I'll figure things out, in time. Maybe just need to get rid of Robin's furniture in favor of better stuff and turn my garage bedroom into a guest room. Need inspiration!

In online conversation with Megan today, it appears that she is hoping the children and I can fly to Sunnyvale for spring break on her nickel...but the very next weekend is Robin's First Communion. Meg can't do both. I will hope for the best, whatever that is. She also experienced her first earthquake there. Welcome to sunny California!

In working on Meg's old room today, I was confronted with little notes and paintings that Robin supplied when her mother wasn't very much in attendance here. Little desperate messages of love. I honestly believe that Robin was trying to reel her mother in. "Welcome, Mom. I hope you are feeling better." "I love you" written in Braille. A picture painted on cardboard, "Thank you for the Webkinz, Mom" Breaks my heart! I threw them all out because it hurts too much to see them... Then I opened a drawer that had shreds of Megan's past... I need to throw them out. She has left them behind. But how can I part with all of that? How can I turn my back on it as she has?? Her Raggedy Ann doll that my mother made for her. The teddy bear that I used as a focus point when delivering her. Remnants of her letter jacket. Shreds of her beloved security blanket. I don't think I can ever understand how she could walk away from all of that, and her children...

The snow has all but stopped. Have about four inches on the ground, but now the wind is supposed to start. Life goes on!