It seems like an eternity since my husband unplugged the computer waiting for our internet security to arrive. Was it really only 5 days ago? Well, then there were the few days previous when we were fearful every time we sat down in front of it. Afraid of what our little hacker buddy may have been up to. We are pretty green around here when it comes to computers and maybe some of you who are more experienced are chuckling at our predicament. Maybe we were making a mountain out of a molehill. But I will say, it's disconcerting to have somebody sending messages from your address and under your name. Then, getting a message from your bank asking if it was you requesting info about your account. No, it wasn't.
Things have been moving right along around here. Funny how unplugging yourself doesn't turn you off. Did you ever wonder?
Yesterday found our family and another and a passel of stray teens braving the second major winter storm of the season to strap on ice skates at the rink over in the 'big' city. Despite harrowing tales and warnings, we made the decision to press on. The drive over was a breeze. The first couple of hours on the ice (albeit quite cold) was lovely. The snow started getting serious just about the time we called everyone off of the ice and invited them to eat by the fire. Heads down and huddled, we all munched while trying to protect our faces and food from the swirling ice. It was a quick meal... even for a bunch of teens.
Then came the long cold trek back to the vehicles. Sweet hubby gathered keys and went ahead of us providing warm cars for our wet, frozen bodies. The first half of the drive back (it's a one hour drive) was exciting with snow, ice and wind. The closer we got to our little valley, the less we had to deal with. I must say though that I was sure the house was going to blow down in the night. This morning I'm looking at just about an inch of snow. Definitely not enough to please the girls when they get up. I'm sure the 'big city' is thickly blanketed. They always get more than we do... higher elevation. An inch of snow may not be enough to inspire play for my older young people but it's enough to inspire hot cocoa and knitting. I think it's going to be good day!