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[Feb. 19th, 2015|12:56 pm]

Home: delighted to return to Christine, cats, my teapot, my laptop, and California weather. I had gotten to the point where 25 degrees was warm.

Friday night Burlington NJ 8 °
Snow overnight
Saturday Burlington NJ 32 ° | 12 °
Sunday Burlington NJ 19 ° | 6 °
Monday morning Burlington NJ Actual: 15 ° | 1 °
Left for Trenton to catch train to DC noonish
In Trenton until 4:45 pm 18 ° | 1 °
Arrived in DC Union Station around 7:45 20 ° | 10 °
Ft Belvoir, VA late that evening after white knuckle drive in the snow event by Dad on hwy 1. (Wager that the interstate would have been cleared but whatever)
Tuesday Ft Belvoir 29 ° | 13 °
Wednesday morning Ft Belvoir 34° | 11°

Meanwhile, i think it was in the 70s here in the bay area.

The Quaker gathering was wonderful, meeting songquake in person for the first time, and seeing people i've grown to know from the mailing list and previous midwinters. I've been involved with the community for seven years now and this is my fourth midwinter gathering. It is impressive what warm community we build over such time and space.

The time with Mom & Dad in the DC area was lovely, yet revealed their continued stress. In the language of trauma therapy, they trigger so easily and stay so activated. Mom's cognitive capabilities are concerning. The second morning at the hotel breakfast, when we were leaving, she asked if we needed to go up or down. Is she so distracted and inside her head that she hadn't tracked our movements for the past three rides in the elevator? Or had she forgotten? We napped and talked and took a small walk, which was probably far more relaxing than if we had gone into the city for museums and such.

I listened to the Mary Russell series episode, Locked Rooms on the way out, some evenings, and on the train south. Last night on the flight home i listened to The Language of Bees. It is particularly interesting to listen to The Language of Bees because the first Mary Russell novel i listened to was the sequel, The God of the Hive, in 2011. Since then i have been working up from the first in the series, set in April 1915, to this story of August 1924.

I am reintegrating home slowly.


[User Picture]From: tx_cronopio
2015-02-19 09:37 pm (UTC)
Glad you are home safe and relatively unscathed!
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[User Picture]From: elainegrey
2015-02-20 03:51 pm (UTC)
No frost bite! Texas appears to have civilized temperatures right now.
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[User Picture]From: songquake
2015-02-20 04:47 am (UTC)
YES! It was wonderful to meet you in-the-flesh, as it were. I felt myself greatly refreshed by the weekend :-D

RIght now, the temp in Bklyn is 12F. WIth the temperature predicted to drop to 3F overnight and get all the way up to 5F by the time I commute to work. SO not digging it. I'm rather envious even of your parent in Ft Belvoir and certainly of those of you whose outdoor adventures do not currently require several warm layers.

I say nex tyear we have MWG in Boca Raton ro something.
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[User Picture]From: elainegrey
2015-02-20 03:50 pm (UTC)
Ah, and my parents drove south on Wednesday to get home, so they are just at 15 °F today. I suspect my grandmother is freezing in Tampa at 44°. Looking at a national map of temperatures provides a stark palette of cold blues.

I think i'll pass to the LRP committee a location i found in Marin. It wasn't super inexpensive, but it is in California, on the coast. Maybe folks would be willing to up the price to be warmer?
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