The Whiteness is Blinding

Snow.  More snow.  Still snowing.  Will it ever stop snowing?  These are things we've pondered.  

I-80 is closed so our neighbors (who spent Christmas in El Dorado Hills at her Mom's house) can't get home.  Dinner tonight is very likely not happening.  We are sad about that 'cuz we were really looking forward to it.  But totally understand.  

There was a 20 car accident yesterday on Hwy 580 (between us and Reno) and that highway is either shut down completely or chains required.  

When you look outside, the brightness is so intense, you can't look at it very long.  I understand now where snow blindness comes from.  

B. and I had 'words' this morning so we've both retreated to our separate corners.  We will work it out.  We always do.  It's hard visiting your parents for a week.  And it's hard for parents having adult children visiting.  Make no mistake - we love having him here.  Truly love it.  But I remember what it felt like to be 'home' only it wasn't.  And days and days of snow make doing much of anything outside our house pretty impossible.  Meals out?  Not happening.  Craving In 'n Out?  Sorry, we can't get there.  Or we could.  But we might crash a car and really?  Even an In 'n Out burger isn't worth that risk.  He is intense even when he's vacationing and sometimes the intensity is a bit much.  We're not used to having a third person in the house - not that we don't LOVE having any and all people visit - but it's just the shift in dynamic of any house guest.  It's fun.  But it's busy and full.  

We all just needed to ratchet back.  Most likely especially and mostly me.  I can be intense, too.  I know that. 

And as if this day wasn't hard enough - home-bound, pissy, nervous about just how much more snow can possibly fall from the sky - today, we have confirmation that H. does have a phone.  And is knowingly and quite specifically not contacting his family.  His parents.  

The person who relayed the information was indignant at his lack of communication - and told him so.  How hard his lack of communication is on his family.  She said 'I'm a mom now, too, and I can't imagine how hard it would be for H.'s mom to not hear from him'. 

For me, it makes it way (WAY) easier to just step back and say 'enough'.  I can't imagine what in the world we've ever done to deserve him treating us this way - but he is.  And OK.  So be it.  True, it's his addiction blurring the lines between acceptable and unacceptable behavior?  But maybe not.  He has the presence of mind to phone a friend (and ask for money) and then when asked 'are you in touch with your family?' say specifically 'no, I'm not calling my Mom 'cuz it's just easier for me to not do that'.  Wow.  Alrighty, then.