Confessions of a Grandma

Not according to the calendar, but there is something about Labor Day weekend that makes it feel as though summer is making its exit out the back door while fall is knocking on the front.  My sister and brother-in-law were over for supper last night--a summery meal of chicken Cobb salad, fresh green beans, tomatoes and corn on the cob served on the deck.  Still, it was dark by the time we got to dessert. We had finally heard from our brother who lives in a town that was particularly hard hit by Hurricane Irene.  He lives near a mountain stream besides.  The were without electricity and the yard was flooded, but house, barn and animals were all safe. It was very sad to ride into town the other day and see the damage that has been done.  The next town, the one where I grew up, actually, was hit hard and it seems like everything is just covered with river silt.  My husband's old shop was flooded with four feet of water.  State offices in another town we...

Irene swished her cape over Vermont yesterday.  We didn't have the terrible winds that were predicted, but it sure enough did rain.  Fortunately for us, we live high on a sandy hill so we are not flooded.  Unfortunately for those who are along the river beds, there was a great deal of flooding elsewhere.  We had stocked up on food and water when it became apparent we would not be making our planned trip to Rhode Island, which was a good thing since so many roads are closed.  We didn't have a power outage, but that is a wide spread problem to the south of us.  I am anxious to get in touch with my daughter because they are in flood and power outage central. I went out for my walk this afternoon, and, honestly, you would not know the area is under a state of emergency within my usual route--except that I was asked by passing motorists how to get there from here with all the closed roads.  Not easily, maybe wait til tomorrow if you can--that's about all I...