Like I've been saying -- a real winter. Although we wouldn't have been closed all these snow days back when we were kids. Most of us were walkers and there was WAY less traffic. And way less suing. But this makes for a six day weekend. Loving it.
I'll probably take a walk down to the post office in a few hours. It hasn't started snowing here yet and it's supposed to be in the low 30s. So we'll see.
Changed my mind about the post office. I'm nice and comfy here in my room. I'll keep working on my shawl, which will not be done in time for the end of the Olympics. Oh well -- at least joining the event got me working on it.
Supposed to go see Andy talk about his book at Derby neck tonight. Don't know if they're going to cancel.
Everything is melty now. Texted Arlene and we're going a little before 6. I guess I'm going to buy two copies -- one for Anthony and one for Carol and have him sign them. It goes against my grain to buy self-published books but he IS their uncle. Thank God Allen would never consider self-publishing. He knew that you never do that. But, unfortunately, he didn't have what it takes to get himself a publisher, even though he was definitely good enough. :(
And we went. How odd to be part but not part of the family. Andy and his family acted pretty much as if I weren't there. Except, of course, for my Chontelle and her family. I bought two copies of the book - one for Anthony and one for Carol. He signed Anthony's as if it were for a stranger and just signing it Uncle Andy. And yet Carol's he mentions Allen and he signs it Love, Uncle Andy. I am trying hard not to let this bother me. My son is his Godson and it's like Anthony and I are not family. I am not really but Anthony is his flesh and blood. His nephew. His brother's son who never did a single thing to deserve this.
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