Every person I know has been shaking their head in confusion. Sleet, hail, ice, snow...these are words that only exist on paper for most of us. They belong to the stuff of legend and lore. You know the stories, "When grandpa was a kid there was snow storm that shut down the town for 3 whole days..." It is shocking to have these stories jumping up and taking our lives by storm. The kids are morose: no day off of school on Good Friday. And Good Friday is usually sunny and warm, a day to play in the backyard or on the street. It's a guaranteed picnic day, lunch-with-mom-or-dad sort of day. Instead, it's a school day. No one gets to spend the afternoon dyeing eggs. It's just a normal day at school.
But, I guess legends have to be made and re-born every 30 years or people begin to forget what makes everything else special. It was a lot of fun watching 22 and under kids trying to drive in the snow. They would get stopped and a light and then the car wouldn't grab the asphalt, so of course they decided the best course of action was to step on the gas even more. We were tempted to set up lawn chairs and a beer stand on the corner and just watch the cars slide. We didn't because while everyone was dealing with winter weather, we were dealing with the flu.
I now understand the purpose of flu shots. It's to keep parents healthy enough to care of kids who get sick. It's taken us an entire week to finally put to bed the last fever. Everyone but Georgi is starting to eat again. This bug makes you disinterested in food for at least a week. A great incentive for weight loss, but really, I'd rather go on a 40 day fast.
We welcomed the sun this morning. For the first time we all felt like we had energy to take a walk, so we bundled everyone up and went for a walk. Starbucks, pet store, shoe store, Ross and then home.
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