Old House

This old farmhouse lives on Route 613 in Diggs. 

I drove down here and took its picture on a morning I was supposed to go running.

It was just too darn cold.

This whole weekend was pretty dreary and cold and absolutely boring rather uneventful. Other than a quick 30-minute jog on Saturday, I didn't leave the house the entire weekend.  Son was (and still is) sick with flu-like symptoms.  It was a juggling act trying to keep up with his needs while keeping Daughter at a safe distance since she can't afford to get sick.  (Not that anyone ever can.)  She has three back to back basketball games this week starting tonight at home against King and Queen.  Tuesday we're away at King William.  Wednesday we're at King and Queen.  That's a lot of basketball...and a lot of driving.  They will be brutally long days for those of us who have to work an hour away.

Anyway, that's all that's fit to print from this neck of the woods.  Hope your week is a good one.

Under the Weather

This is Whites Creek Landing in Diggs.

Today's post is heavy on photos and light on words. What words are here have nothing to do with the photos.  Not that that's anything new.

Yesterday I drove the one hour to work in Williamsburg, sat down in my office, and suddenly could not look at the computer screen without getting dizzy.  For thirty minutes I stared out the window at a tree off in the distance; looking at anything closer made me nauseous.

When a co-worker told me I looked like death sick, I marveled at what a coincidence that was since I suddenly felt like death sick.  Her statement was my cue to go home.  That drive home in the rain (and a little bit of snow) was made worse by the need to use windshield wipers, which also made me dizzy and more than a little nauseous.

Suffice it to say, that was the longest ride home in the ten years I've been commuting to Williamsburg. Yesterday was spent in bed and today will likely be spent at home as well.

Now the remarks I made in this post about flu bug germs leaping on me sound a little less like a hypochondriac and more like a fortune teller. Or maybe it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy, who knows.

Either way, this too shall quickly pass.

Winter, Spring

Here's a picture I took last week of the infamous little house on Knight Wood Road near Diggs.  Below is the same house back in April.

Diggs is in the vicinity of the county's haunted woods near Haven Beach.  But as far as I know, this house was never associated with any hauntings.

Unfortunately, though, this cute little house is forever associated with a very tragic story, one that many of us here in Mathews are reminded of whenever we pass this scene.

 Click here if you're not familiar with the series of very unfortunate events that changed lives forever and drew national media attention to an innocent little house in the middle of Nowhere.

Instead of dwelling on that sad subject, I prefer to focus on those white daffodils in the foreground of the bottom picture.  Last night on my way home from work something yellow (a piece of trash) flashed in the median.  For a split second I could have sworn it was a patch of daffodils.

Wishful thinking.

Oh, how I look forward to spring.

In other news more closely associated with reality vs. daydreaming the present, there's a 30% chance of snow on Friday.