Yesterday, the first day of my personal family history conference was wonderful. MJ and the kids skied all day and left me to my virtual genealogical wanderings. I spent three hours scanning at Scanfest, working through three aged and yellowed scrapbook albums dating from the seventies. It was a perfect day.
Today didn't go so well. We lost our water, our well water. We are pretty sure the well point at our holiday getaway is frozen, but we won't know for sure until a few of the feet of snow melt. And even though I descend from good Yankee stock, I am just not hardy enough to spend the week without an indoor toilet or a shower. Would you? My son was fully prepared to do it.
Standing on top of "Mount Everest" on Saturday, he is smiling broadly. No smiles this morning. We packed up everything that we had just lugged to Maine on Saturday and departed from our snowy retreat. Even driving a four wheel drive vehicle, it was a scary trip. We hit snow, sleet, freezing rain and finally rain.
After a stop to cheer our spirits with Raspberry Lime Rickeys at the Miss Wakefield Diner in Wakefield, NH, we finally and safely reached home. To keep the vacation feeling going, we spent the rest of the day watching movies and hanging out. Even though it wasn't planned, it always feels good to be home.
Tomorrow, my family will go off to skiing again and I get to continue my personal family history conference. This has just been a little interruption from real life.
Hope you had a Happy Monday!