The past few days have been pleasant and busy. The dogs announced the arrival of every package deliveryman, bringing gifts from far-flung places. I've spent plenty of time in the kitchen. On Thursday I made bread.
On Friday morning I baked Christmas cookies, and spent the afternoon preparing for our dinner guests. We had a lovely evening of fun, food, and entertainment, provided by a pair of talented little girls. They had fun playing with Lola and Ruth, who relished all the attention.
In recent days we've spoken on the phone a couple of times with our very dear English friends who live in France and are stuck in Colorado. They'd finished up a spectacular month-long ski holiday and were due to depart from the Denver airport on the very day the blizzard struck and shut down all flights. With the backed up flights, they won't travel to the East Coast till tomorrow, and must now spend their Christmas Day flying on to Blighty, arriving very late in the evening. Surely by then, Heathrow will be unfogged. At least they'll be with their relatives for Boxing Day.
When we lived in Colorado, we experienced numerous holiday blizzards--Thanksgiving, Christmas. One time, only days before Christmas, we endured a storm very similar to the one that hit the mountains and plains this week. Naturally, it was a year when visitors were flying in--my parents and my brother, and the Chap's dad. Luckily, the snow ended just in time, their travel was unaffected, and a picturesque 30 inches covered the ground by the time the company arrived. One of our whitest Christmases ever!
Not so this year. No snow in our forecast. We're having rain all day today. The ground is scarily green and very soggy.