What bizarre weather we are having. Yesterday it reached the mid 70s.
Grandmère, who flew in last week from Paris to escape the dreary weather there, is in awe. Every time she steps foot outside she says, "C'est magnifique!"
(Naturally, I would trade places with her in a heartbeat. Paris? I don't mind the bleary weather.)
We are enjoying this freakish weather and hung out in at the Santa Cruz harbor this weekend.
Before you snow-belters accuse me of rubbing this in your face, I must admit to you a secret fantasy of mine, being cooped inside during a winter storm, drinking hot chocolate, reading, knitting (I don't know how, but I could learn?) and playing Scrabble with the family. I'm not the only one; the other day my daughter said to me "I wish we'd have a snow day. So we can stay home from school and play ALL day in the snow."
And perhaps like
Rebecca, I'd get things done! If there was ever a case for being sequestered at home due to a snowstorm, her post me convinced me (although this is probably pure fantasy on my part since I am, after all, a complete wimp when it comes to the cold).
