Chris’ parents arrived safely last night and got to enjoy Norfolk’s coldest February 19th in over 100 years. How cold was it? So cold that Knitting Mill Creek froze completely over all the way down to the Ladayette River. BRRR!! Chris tossed a huge ice chunk onto the iced expanse. Isaac thought that looked like fun. As he approached the bank, though, he started to slide down the riverbank toward the ice! Just a few feet thankfully, and Grandad helped him back to his feet and across the street to the sidewalk.
To celebrate Chinese New Year, we got Chinese takeout. My fortune cookie gave the Chinese word for “swimming.” Oh, you ironic cookie, you. Isaac’s read, “Try your best to avoid arguing with your elders and superiors.” Unfortunately, my cookie is the more likely to be accurate.
Happy Chinese New Year! I hope we have no swimming in the nearby creek or river in the Year of the Sheep!
ALOHA, BABY!
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