Heat Wave at Home, Snowing here

We hear from our friends in California that there is a heat wave going
on.

Not here. We woke up to snow on the ground. No one in Moscow got the memo that global warming is happening.

Alison braved the weather, took a metro to the end of the line, and was prepared to for a Nordic walk with a new group. She got there and no one else showed up. The leader said she'd canceled this morning, and hadn't Alison gotten the email? Nyet. It still hasn't arrived.
Alison did the hike herself, through some tundra-like park. Then she
met up with Larry, to explore what we hoped was a cool art gallery at
the former Red October chocolate factory. After trekking through the
snow, which is a fancy way of saying that we got lost as usual on a cold day, the
guard told us that the art gallery was no longer open, having closed
two days ago. Okay, so it's not the end of the world.
After finding a warm place to have lunch, we went to Sasha's school
where we had seven people in a parent-teacher conference. Sasha
complains daily that she hates her school. It's all Russian, and confusing. Her nice
teacher only speaks Russian, so we had a translator, along with a few
staff members and Sasha at the meeting. After taking Sasha's testimony,
the bilateral commission adjourned for the day, issued a press release
and agreed to keep talking. Okay. What really happened is we all
talked, and came to no conclusions about what to do next.

This wasn't in in our parents manual.
Sasha is going on vacation next week, so hopefully it will work itself
out.