Last week my son called to say he wanted to come over from Mandeville with the kids to spend a three-day weekend. My daughter-in-law was having an Officer's Wives get-together and so he wanted to get the kids out of the house to give her "breathing space."
So I made a grocery store run to pick up kid-friendly foods for the grandkids and adult-friendly food and beer for the adults, and they showed up around 5:30 PM on Thursday evening.
It was a great visit! We went to the pool on both Friday and Saturday. We took the kids to Brazos Bend State Park to see the alligators. I knew they'd have baby alligators at the visitor center. And baby rat snakes. And a tarantula. We went to Steak 'n Shake for lunch. We made pizzas for dinner. We had "mini cinni's" - Pillsbury cinnamon rolls cut into thirds before baking - for breakfast. We watched the movie "Cars." Twice. I bought a 16" bicycle for Trevor and he rode it whenever he could.
But there was a hurricane moving into the Gulf of Mexico with increasing odds that it would hit in the New Orleans-western Mississippi coast region. Sunday morning, as my son was getting the last bits and pieces packed into his car for the trip back to their home, he got a call from his wife and it became clear to him that she was getting nervous and worried. So a plan was hatched. The grandkids would stay with me, my son would head for home in Mandeville, and my daughter-in-law would start driving from Mandeville to my house with a meet-up at the midway point to exchange cars. Good plan!
A previously planned trip for me, up to the Northeast to run in a couple of races, meant not taking full advantage of the grandkids and daughter-in-law visit. My loss, but on the bright side, my house wouldn't sit empty and my family would have a comfortable place to stay until the hurricane passed through and damage, if any, could be assessed.