As I type this, I can only see the house next door to the one in which I grew up — anything beyond that is lost in a milk-mixed-with-water looking fog. Dense fog advisories as well as flash flood warnings are in effect. And it is 51 degrees out there. Yesterday the problem was icy conditions.
What’s going on? Mother Nature must be in a foul mood. Or a playful one.
Either way — travel is tricky. Let’s hope she’s back to normal on Monday when 2 or 3 of us fly back to Bethesda.
But Dean wanted the Gift Bag instead.
Turned on the shower this morning and I got a trickle of water and assumed Dean was showering or running the dishwasher. I felt sorry for myself and wondered why Dean would use water when I needed it.
Turns out he wasn’t doing anything with water. The weather was — there is a massive water main break a couple of miles from us — along a road I’ve often traveled. 18 cars are stranded, according to the news reports. My mom called this morning to say it was on national news. I can hear the helicopters — probably transporting people to and from the hospital up the street.
I think these people have it a little worse than I do.
