Along with this weekend’s blizzard, we had about an hour’s thunder and lightning starting around 5:30 this morning. Olive‘s not a big fan of large-scale meteorological disturbances, so first, I had to take her outside to prove that the thunder and lightning was out there as well, and then, once she was convinced that there was no escaping it, we had to sit up with her until it had passed. After we got back to sleep, we didn’t wake up again until it was almost time to take her for her midday walk, so we all bundled up and went to have a look at this blizzard. It turns out that the hysterical weather reporters had, if anything, understated the storm.
Having processed and posted the pictures I took, there were then all of the family phone calls about my brother’s wedding this past week. He got married in southern California on Thursday morning, and I found out about it in an e-mail from my mother on Friday evening complaining that there was no one for her to talk to about it. It wasn’t a complete surprise that he got married (his girlfriend–now wife–is, after all, almost seven months pregnant), and given the logistics, I knew that they were planning to do something quiet out there before the baby was born and then have a more formal wedding later, but I did expect to hear about it beforehand, or at least on the same day. It turns out that it was just a matter of some confusion and miscommunication. A few phone calls later, everything is happily resolved, but now the day is pretty much gone.