Delta, feed your planes! They are WAY too small!

The little Delta connector planes were not meant to contain human beings. Sadly, I needed to use two of them to get to South Bend, Indiana, which is about 40 minutes away from my dad's house. To say I was frazzled when I deplaned would be to understate my condition big time. Still, my little sister Sue and her hubby Andy were there to pick me up and help me wrestle with the luggage, which included my overstuffed scrapbooking cart, and we got to Dad's ahead of the ice storm.

When we pulled into Daddy's driveway, he had turned on the Christmas lights! That was so cool. And when we woke up this morning to five inches of snow, it really felt like Christmas here. Not bad for the middle of January...though more snow is promised, so it may seem more like the North Pole soon. Going down to single digit temps tonight. Suddenly, I am remembering why I moved to Tennessee.

I have spent two days organizing photographs and taking notes while Dad free associates about the past. I am entering all his oral history into the computer for use in journaling. I see at least four scrapbooks in all this. I also see another trip up here in the near future- SPRING!

Daddy's cat Snoopy isn't quite sure how to take me, but he seems to love my suitcase. He has been snubbing Dad until just a minute ago, pissed off that Dad-ums would permit an interloper into their abode. He is now genially attacking Dad, so I'm not sure what that means. At least he is not attacking me. He just drinks out of my water glass every time I set it down.

Tomorrow I begin the fun part of scrapbooking, creating the pages. I am hoping for a break in the weather just long enough for us to get to the grocery store to replenish our larder before the next storm hits, and then it will be scrapbook heaven here.

Well, off to bed, me. Dad's a worse night-owl than I am, which is saying something, but he has provided me with a wonderfully comfortable bed, and unlike him, I don't catch any naps during the day, so I am pooped.