Redrum

It is merely twenty days into the New Year, and we have had gobs of snow. I realize not all individuals looks upon snow in the manner I do, and that is nice.

Real nice.

When we are kids, we see it as a get-out-of-school fun day. Snowmen, angels, forts, and snow cream kept us all busy, with rosy cold cheeks.

As adults, we have to dig out cars, paths for animals to go potty, and still get out in the white mess. Its not the hot chocolate and cookies kinda day it was in our youth.

I think the times when it really got to be worrisome for me was when Mom and Dad were still living in their home. With both being wheelchair-bound, it was always in the back of my mind that it would be a true catastrophe if they lost power. They had neighbors, yes, but no one to take them in with the ability to accommodate all of their needs.The feeding, toileting and health care needs for two adults for a caregiver was challenging at times, let alone in a dark and cold house.

It did indeed happen one time. A friend had to take a gas generator up to keep them from freezing. It was a blessing for sure, but it was also another big gut-punch realization that they could no longer stay in their own home as they wanted.

In my “advancing” age, I see things a bit differently. I used to wonder why anyone would desire to not live in four-seasons-Virginia.

I’m a thinking I get it.

Here’s Johnny!