Monday, February 9, 2015

Snow Day---A Monday With The Grandchildren

7:40

Well, Mitchell and Marisa's wishes came through as we got an email early morning announcing the cancellation of schools here in Darien, CT., because of freezing rain, ice, and snow though at the moment, at 7:10, we have had no snow and it looks mostly like freezing rain.  The windshields of the cars are iced over but that's about it.  Skies are gray of course, a dingy looking morning, the temperatures most of the day in the high 20's.
Good Morning, Cody

Yesterday was a typical Sunday here in the Albarran household, relaxing on the couches, watching some TV, getting to that homework eventually, playing games, venturing out only if necessary which it really wasn't.  Kids slept in, which is what should be happening on a Sunday.  So we had to wait for breakfast until about  10:00.  Mitchell loves home fries or hash browns, so he and Evie made a large pan of hash browns for breakfast to go along with our eggs.  Not quite the hash browns from the Diamond Grille in Akron but good nevertheless.  I wonder if it's still open; I remember stories about Tiger Woods stiffing the wait staff by refusing to tip and the owner vowing Tiger would never eat at the restaurant again.  Good for him.

After breakfast, Evie convinced Marisa that a clean-a-thon was in order so they went upstairs to her room and completely reorganized it, Evie's specialty.  Since we are here in Darien, why not bring her skills and love for organizing and reorganizing to Darien.  Marisa got into it of course and at the end of the day, her drawers were in order, room vacuumed, closet  cleaned and organized.  Nothing like a room that's been cleaned, bed made, clothes put away to make you feel like sitting down at the desk and doing homework, which Marisa did for a good part of the late afternoon, like a good girl. It's so heart warming to look in on her, as she sits at her desk, light on, filling out three by five cards, getting ready for the next day of school.  Mitchell escaped the eye of Evie (he won't today) because of school work (when asked to help out) and he eventually drove over to his girl riends house for the afternoon.

I had to get out mid afternoon and we needed some things for dinner so I drove off to Trader Joe's around 3:30, and most of Darien had the same idea as Joe's was packed.  I picked up the usual goodies, plus some pasta and veggies for dinner, then had my car washed because it was so filthy from our trip here.  In Chautauqua, I get my car washed for six bucks; here, at Splash, it cost me twenty four bucks to get it done, hand dried though!  And the place was packed, with lots of guys with rags, drying and cleaning the cars.

When I got home,  Evie was putting together dinner, frying turkey meatballs, then dropping them in the pasta sauce, a dinner which sounded good to all of us.  Spaghetti and meatballs, with bread and salad is definitely a comfort food.  I had DVRed the Cavs/Lakers game, so I watched some of that when I got home, and we then had a glass of vino before dinner.  Mitch got home just in time for dinner at 6:00 and we were all hungry, devouring the meatballs and bread and salad.  After dinner, Evie and I did up the dishes, as the kids finished their homework in case there was school.  Marisa went to bed at 8:30, in rare form, happy and annoying at the same time.  And she knows it, loves it.

After the kids went to bed, we watched half of the Grammy's, also saved, so we could fast forward through the  commercials.  They were somewhat disappointing as many of the 'singers' were more showmen and dancers, then the old time crooners.  Sam Smith, the winner of four Grammy's seemed to be the exception and Annie Lenox gave an amazing and energetic performance.  We were in bed by 10:30, hoping to get a good nights sleep.

It's 8:00 and ice pellets are hitting the house and windows, and it's great to know we don't have to go anywhere, no work, nothing, just sit here with Evie, in a quiet house,  and enjoy the ugly morning with a third cup of coffee, waiting for the kids to rise.

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