It snowed last night in Delaware. I woke up around 2:30 and looked out the window at the broad expanse of white and figured this day would be different than expected. Certain Man, awakened from his sleep at his wife’s insistence, grunted and said, “It will probably be a two hour delay,” and turned over and went back to sleep.
In the pre-dawn silvery darkness, I got up and followed him down to do the morning check of ladies and to check who is going where. The cold and the snow are so different from last week’s spring-like weather. I turn to google to see what is happening in the town of Youngest Daughter today.
Weather for Bangkok, Thailand
Current: Mostly Cloudy
Wind: S at 5 mph
Half a world away, she also has a complete reversal of the weather here. I know it is so hot. I don’t miss the hot. I do miss the girlie. It’s been a while since I’ve had a personal letter from her.
A few weeks ago, Certain Man asked me to try to find flowers for her for Valentines day. He has made a practice of sending his unmarried daughters red, white and pink carnations with some baby’s breath thrown in for Valentines Day, and he wanted to at least attempt to do the same for his faraway girlie. So I messaged Candice Mast, who, with her husband, Tom, are the “resident resource persons” in Bangkok. She was an absolute joy to work with, eager to see what she could do, and, in the end, successful beyond what we had initially expected.
On Facebook, the morning of February 14th, Rachel posted on her wall: