Snow.
Warmth and picnics
Rain.
Sunshine Lollipops and rainbows everywhere..
Hail.
This weather has me on my toes (not to mention back, bottom and knees.. ice is no good for the clumsy). I keep going to put my snowboots away, and the next day I have to dig them out again as the weather turns from one thing to another.

Despite the weather, I consider myself a safe driver ( looking past the reverse incedent), in snow and rain I feel comfortable driving windy mountain roads. Emma and I usually have the music turned up, singing to music we can both agree to. Green Day is the middle road for us, I refuse to listen to Lady gaga, and she doesn't want to listen to Queen (Bohemian rapsody anyone?) The last week has been a bit of a change in the routine. Laurneces mother is visiting for a week, and she does not like our music.. or any at all in the car. The fifteen minute drive turns magically into hours. She sits ridgid in her seat, teeth clenched with a firm grip of the roof handle. My first impression of her was not an A+..

Later (when we finally made it to town..) a truck was blocking my way for a turn. I waited a while, but with a few blasts of horns from the people I was blocking I went to continue and find a different way. No way was Mamie having this. She told me to sit tight. Don't move. She pulled her little five foot self out of the car and went to give the truck driver a piece of her mind. Letter grade change. I like this lady!
She is an ironing maniac, Laurence ( who does not iron) has been creating a big pile of linens and such for the last week, and Mamie does a few hours every day. She likes to tell me why the Africans are lazy , how I must enjoy the heat here because it is so different from "back home", and she cheats at scrabble, but she is a halarious and a hoot to talk too.

The music in the car has been turned off, but the music in the house is roaring, with the great music of Hawaii. The sweet tunes of the ukuele haunt me in my sleep. Hawaiian music is the favorite of JM's dad, and I have had the great oppertunity to listen to it , every waking moment for the last few days.

Amid the screechy music ,Laurence managed to arrange a egg hunt in the house for Emma..
and me!
With the median ages of the house exceeding 50, I was put into the kid catergory for this one.. which was totally ok with me.. I got a giant kinder egg surpirse.. which I was pretty stoked about.. so stoked I already ate it ( and put it together without looking at the instructions..future engineer perhaps? :) )

The rest of the Easter weekend was very relaxed, besides the village wide easter egg hunt.
People volunteer (?) to get up very early to hide easter eggs around the town. We all hunted around finding eggs, and drinking hot cholocolate with Baileys. The kids all got prizes and there was a egg decoarting competition. This kind of thing happens alot, bingo, ski races, carnival. A really neat place to have a family ( and a really boring place after the age of about 11..)

One family we know is going on a trip to Reunion ( translation mix up- I thought they were crazy going to a month long "family" reunion, turns out it is the island name..) I have happily voluneeted to take there adorable dog on walks. Something that will hopefully get me out of the house, and away from the chocolate..

Next week we have rented a boat to float a channel for five days, and then make our way to Paris.. I will make sure I have found a good book before we make that long trip in close quarters.. but it should be good!