Snow Storm

My cousin from Florida and his family arrived at LAX this afternoon.

The first thing they did was head to downtown LA for lunch at an Irish pub (they have an itinerary a mile long) and saw a movie crew filming. Yay!

Next up, they're headed to Big Bear Mountain because my poor deprived Floridian nephew has never seen snow.

I called my cousin.

"You'd better check the road conditions," I said.

"Really? Why?"

"Because we've had a ton of storms and I heard the roads were closed."

"When we got the rental car we told the attendant, we were heading up the mountain, and he didn't say anything."

You might not want to trust the agent at E-Z Car Rental. "You'd best check just the same."

So here's how this writer's day went:

Create the day's itinerary.

Start off with a bang. Boy, I'm the most talented and focused writer!

Get sidetracked with pics from my nephew of the hotel in downtown LA where infamous serial killers stayed.

Talk to my daughter who told me the roads to Big Bear were closed.

Log onto mountain roads . gov.

Read it and weep.

Call my cousin with dire warnings.

Sit down to work on my book.

Walk the dog.

Sit down to work on my book.

Recieve call from my husband. "Are you really going to let them go up in that snowstrom!"

Sit down to work on my book.

Jump up like a jack-in-the-box when the phone rings with my other daughter. "Are you really going to let them go up in that snowstrom!"

Sit down to work on my book.

Finally ... call it a day.