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last wednesday it was in the mid-70's here in hunterdon county in new jersey. a beautiful foretaste of spring divine. we took jack to the playground and ate lunch outside. but then came friday. and friday brought with it a sleet-storm. i don't call it a snow storm because we really didn't get much, if any, snow. we got sleet. all day. non-stop. falling like a heavy rain, only it was just little peices of ice. once it was said and done, we had several inches of piled ice peices. like a giant unflavored sno-cone covering everything. yum.


our front yard on saturday morning

meanwhile, during the day on friday, my sister Julie and her husband Seth were trying to fly from pittsburgh to atlanta for a fun weekend with friends. they had a layover in newark, nj. they arrived in newark around noon on friday, but only had about 15 minutes to get across the airport for their connecting flight. unfortunately, seth had lost his boarding pass. so they had to go print out a new one. and go through security again. when they finally got to their gate, they let them on the place, but had already re-sold their seats, and so they had to get off of the plane and wait for the next plane. finally they boarded the next plane for atlanta, and were on the tarmac, ready to taxi for takeoff, but, due to the giant sno-cone, they sat there for about an hour and a half before the pilot came on the speakers and mumbled something about being really sorry and back to the gate. so they had to get off the plane. again. after all the airport red-tape and such, they finally discovered that there would be no more flights to atlanta or pittsburgh for a long time. so i drove out into the flavorless mess to pick them up and bring them to our house. its normally a 40 or 45 minute drive but it took several hours.

i was able to get them and bring them back to our house where they spent the night. did i mention that their luggage was already in sunny atlanta? oops. their luggage was already in sunny atlanta. so they borrowed some stuff from us. in this picture seth is wearing my underwear and my socks. which would be fine except for that rash...

anyway, it was a fun weekend filled with unexpected visits, both from frozen treats falling from the sky, and family who were unable to make it into the sky.

Comments

mego said…
This weather is so crazy - supposed to be close to 70 again this weekend but we'll probably still have snow on the ground. Pretty fun that you were able to have visitors in the midst of it.

Do you have Rita's up near you? Tomorrow is free Rita's day - first day of spring and of course it's supposed to be in the 40's...
greg. said…
first day of spring! awesome! we do have a rita's and shannon loves italian ice, so i will have to tell her about it. i'm not a huge fan of italian ice. i would rather eat cookies. or pie.
Mary said…
don't forget about free iced drinks at Dunkin Donuts on the 21st!!!

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