In retaliation for an acute case of cabin fever, for the first time since Friday last week we slipped the surly bonds of our domicile and sallied forth into the world of white. Thanks to my lovely bride's urging, we shoveled the driveway yesterday, and I installed the brand new tire chains that I purchased about seven years ago and have never used.
So, this morning, we were able to drive the 10 miles to my mom's house and help her with some Christmas preparations. We had a lovely lunch there, which was a blessing to Mom, who has had no visitors, no mail delivery and no newspaper delivery in two days. She was getting pretty lonely.
From Mom's house, we ventured out to the country to leave the dog at the boarding kennel. It was a bit dicey getting out there over streets that were partially snow-covered and partially bare. Remember, we were riding on tire chains. But the drive home was spectacular. The country roads were covered with packed snow, and the farmhouses were little ships afloat on a sea of white, undulating fields.
We have a dear friend who has offered to take us to the airport in the morning in his four-wheel drive rig. We have our boarding passes. So, if the planes are flying tomorrow, we are off to San Diego and Christmas with our grandson, our son-in-law, and our two daughters.
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