Ridin’ the Storm Out

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Two weekends ago, my eldest granddaughter participated in the state Cheering Competition. She and her team won first place in their division. Way to go, girls!

Last weekend, my youngest granddaughter had her fingernails polished. She has also started talking in sentences. It won’t be much longer, I fear, before she starts using real words.

Both granddaughters share one thing, besides having the World’s Greatest Grandpa! Neither one of them can close a door!

Totally understandable, of course. One of them is not yet two-years-old. At that age, it’s hard (but not impossible) to move an object that weighs more than you do.

The other is ten. At that age where everything is a major “issue”. So, you just slam the door closed. Doors are supposed to stay closed all by themselves. Right?

Yeah, I guess all I can do is ride out this storm.

Meanwhile, I’m getting ready to deal with our third big Nor’easter this month. The first one just threw a lot of wind and rain in my direction, as I live close enough to the coast. Not that far inland and to my north, they got about 8 inches of snow.

Last week, I wasn’t quite as lucky. The second storm dropped a foot of very wet and very heavy snow on my driveway.

Tonight, I’m prepping to ride out our third incoming Nor’easter this month. We are supposed to get possibly 18 inches of snow. Maybe even two feet. It all depends on the track of the storm, how fast it moves, and if it decides to hang around and do some sightseeing before moving on.

What? I live in a tourist area. Why can’t a Nor’easter decide to do that tourist thing?

Checking out my storm checklist…

I’ve got a couple of casseroles, ready to eat, just in case I lose power. Enough stuff for sandwiches. Several bags of chips. I think I’ll be OK.

I also have some candy and cookies and ice cream hanging around the house, so I’ve got plenty of sugar for some quick energy. If the power goes out for a long time, I can put the ice cream in the barn, which is definitely cold enough this time of year. Or, I can just eat it. Probably safer that way.

Definitely more delicious. And fun.

Especially if the 10-year-old is hanging around.