Grandpa's Tale, Revisited

Everyone has some story their grandparents use to whip out every time you started complaining about your life.

"When I was your age,
I had to walk five miles to school and back
each day!

Up hill - both ways.
No shoes on - in the snow!"

If your family didn't have a version of that same story, you really missed out. Seriously.

Well, today, Will and I lived our own version of Grandpa's tale. We drove to a nearby doctors office for an appointment. The snow was falling thick enough I had car lights on and when I arrived at the appointment, I forgot to turn them off.

Unable to arrange an alternative way home, Will and I decided to walk home. It is only two miles. (I should note here that if Will could read he would be strongly stating his DISagreement with the whole walk-home theory. He wanted to sit in a cold car for an hour plus.

So, as grandpa would say . . .

"We walked two miles uphill
in the snow.

While Will dragged his boots
and whined about wanting to go back to the car."

Fortunately, we did have on shoes.

In fact, all things considered, I'm glad we did it. The walk was during the heaviest snow flurries I'd seen all day. We had quarter-sized snow flakes falling so thick you could hardly see through them. If we hadn't been stranded, we would not have ventured out into the cold today, and would have missed the only snow Buda has seen.