One of the nice things about grand parenting is that there’s no need to teach or be critical. It’s not that I haven’t been those things and probably will continue to do so from time to time. It’s just that such behavior isn’t in the grandparent job description. Honesty requires me to admit that I have often exceeded the mandates of my job description. Nevertheless, the job calls for loving support, and occasional quiet desperation.
This having been said, we awoke this morning to a cold gray day with little promise of improvement. Be we had put on ski clothes pulled from the closet and headed to nearby