Dear Kids,
Finally, there’s news! There’s excitement! Another baby boy Ackerson is on the way, thanks to Tom and Kim, again. Tom sent us a text of the ultrasound a couple of days ago, which was the first we’d heard about it. I think they kept their secret pretty well. Their due date is July 18. And this will be how many boys in a row? It’s odd–when Lucy was born in January of 2010, the girls were ahead by four, 13 to 9. But since then, our only girl grandchild has been Anna, compared with twelve boys. (Counting Barbarossa. I’m calling the new baby that. It’s such a great name, and they didn’t even use it on Blake.) So, we really could use some girls! But all these wonderful grandchildren are blessings from Heavenly Father, and I’m grateful for them all, girls and boys.
Compared to that, nothing else is news. It still snows every couple of days. We always have about a foot on the ground, since it packs down. The deer still come strolling by, looking in our windows. Our yard is their preferred route into the neighborhood, and I think somebody farther in must be feeding them, since they don’t exactly look skinny. The cats don’t like them one little bit, but there isn’t much they can do.
If John has shingles, is isn’t very severe. He feels a stabbing pain in his leg now and then, but otherwise he feels fine. Lucky! I’m still dealing with my pain. And walking with my cane, which I really like. There are all kinds of things you can do if you happen to have a cane with you. You can use it to pull a cat out from under the bed. You can beat off a vicious dog, if you need to. You can point to things with it. You can break up patches of ice on the driveway. In all the old movies, every gentleman had a top hat and cane. We were just watching one where the hero used his cane to grab the villain by the arm, to make him pay a waitress her back wages. So canes are pretty handy.
Boy, gas has sure gotten cheap! In West Valley, at the Rainbow station, it’s $1.85 a gallon if you use your Sinclair card. It makes me want to go for a road trip, if I only felt better!
But life is good. With such a wonderful family as ours, I have nothing to complain about.
Love, Mom
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Dear Kids,
We still haven’t had any real excitement here. That’s probably good. Our daily happenings are pretty much the same: watching it snow outside, watching our crazy kitties, and watching the deer watch us (they really do look in our windows). Dad gets out the snow blower every couple of days and has a great time tooling around the driveway with it.
Friday night Vanessa’s family stayed over. They were here for their annual ski adventure, and I’m sure it was great. Yesterday morning they met up at Deer Valley with Nora and some of her kids, Tom and some of his kids, and Donna with Anna. At least there was plenty of snow! I’ve heard that the snowpack is normal for the year. That’s funny, because it’s always either above normal, in which case they warn us of flooding, or below normal, when they warn us of drought. But normal? That almost never happens.
So it’s been nice having regular snowstorms every three or four days. Last Sunday afternoon Nora was here with her kids, and she made biscuits. (Her family’s biscuits are right up there with Donna’s and Vanessa’s rolls.) When they came out of the oven, we ate them with butter and honey, and watched it snow outside. It was one of those perfect scenes that you could put on a calendar. Tom’s family came later and Tom roasted a pork loin on a cutting board on the counter-top, using a propane torch. All the kids were standing around agog. I told him he should put himself on you-tube, and he said that’s where he learned how to do it: on you-tube. I’m sure the pork loin tasted fabulous, but I didn’t eat any. I can’t eat any kind of meat without getting terrible stomach cramps. That goes for fruits and vegetables, too. But life is still good. There are lots of good breads and rolls and biscuits out there, and no end of fabulous cheeses.
John thinks he might have shingles. We haven’t talked to him since Thursday, but he had all the symptoms–just no rash. It’s weird, because his pain is exactly where mine is, in the left thigh. I haven’t heard of anybody else having it there. Anyway, if it really is shingles, I hope he has a light case. If it turns out to be bad, I have an extra cane I can lend him.
And life is still good. Lots of love, Mom
We still haven’t had any real excitement here. That’s probably good. Our daily happenings are pretty much the same: watching it snow outside, watching our crazy kitties, and watching the deer watch us (they really do look in our windows). Dad gets out the snow blower every couple of days and has a great time tooling around the driveway with it.
Friday night Vanessa’s family stayed over. They were here for their annual ski adventure, and I’m sure it was great. Yesterday morning they met up at Deer Valley with Nora and some of her kids, Tom and some of his kids, and Donna with Anna. At least there was plenty of snow! I’ve heard that the snowpack is normal for the year. That’s funny, because it’s always either above normal, in which case they warn us of flooding, or below normal, when they warn us of drought. But normal? That almost never happens.
So it’s been nice having regular snowstorms every three or four days. Last Sunday afternoon Nora was here with her kids, and she made biscuits. (Her family’s biscuits are right up there with Donna’s and Vanessa’s rolls.) When they came out of the oven, we ate them with butter and honey, and watched it snow outside. It was one of those perfect scenes that you could put on a calendar. Tom’s family came later and Tom roasted a pork loin on a cutting board on the counter-top, using a propane torch. All the kids were standing around agog. I told him he should put himself on you-tube, and he said that’s where he learned how to do it: on you-tube. I’m sure the pork loin tasted fabulous, but I didn’t eat any. I can’t eat any kind of meat without getting terrible stomach cramps. That goes for fruits and vegetables, too. But life is still good. There are lots of good breads and rolls and biscuits out there, and no end of fabulous cheeses.
John thinks he might have shingles. We haven’t talked to him since Thursday, but he had all the symptoms–just no rash. It’s weird, because his pain is exactly where mine is, in the left thigh. I haven’t heard of anybody else having it there. Anyway, if it really is shingles, I hope he has a light case. If it turns out to be bad, I have an extra cane I can lend him.
And life is still good. Lots of love, Mom
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Dear Kids,
I have even less news to report this week than usual, because I’ve been down in bed since Thursday with a stomach virus. I’m hoping to finally be able to eat today. I haven’t really been hungry, but food always tastes so good to me, and there isn’t much else going on in my life. While I’ve been sick, the kitties have spent lots of time on our bed keeping me company. Mostly Sonia, I guess, but Scout has put in some time. Tina’s been very deficient in that regard–she has never cuddled up with humans. We do see signs that she’s becoming a real cat, however–a couple of days ago I caught her in a real fight with Scout, both of them rolling on the floor like one big ball of striped fur, rabbit kicking, biting, head grabbing, the whole business. But Tina walked away in disgust when she saw me watching. As far as we know, this was her first real true cat fight, so Scout is having a good effect on her.
We’ve had some activity on the cabin reconstruction; well, not any actual work, but signs that it might happen someday. I was talking to Rob Sorensen, our insurance agent, about one of the financial transactions, and while I had him on the phone, I said we were also concerned about how slowly Servicemaster seems to work. They’ve been been working on Donna’s bathroom for several months now, and I told him that at that same rate, it would take about five years to reconstruct our cabin. Rob said he’d look into it. I guess he did, because that afternoon we got a call from the Servicemaster guy (Scott Lewis) saying he wanted us to meet with himself and the general contractor who’s in charge of the reconstruction. We met them at the cabin on Wednesday morning, where it was about zero degrees. We walked around inside and outside, looking at the damage, and the contractor told us how he’ll go about fixing everything. He seems really competent, and he’s obviously had a lot of experience. But when Dad asked when the work would actually start, Scott said they had a lot of projects going, and they weren’t exactly sure. He also mentioned that it could take a long time to get the materials, maybe up to three months. That wasn’t very encouraging. But at least they know we expect it to be done sometime.
It just started snowing outside. I hope we get a lot! Our old snow was mostly packed down and melted.
I hope you’re all well and happy. Love, Mom
I have even less news to report this week than usual, because I’ve been down in bed since Thursday with a stomach virus. I’m hoping to finally be able to eat today. I haven’t really been hungry, but food always tastes so good to me, and there isn’t much else going on in my life. While I’ve been sick, the kitties have spent lots of time on our bed keeping me company. Mostly Sonia, I guess, but Scout has put in some time. Tina’s been very deficient in that regard–she has never cuddled up with humans. We do see signs that she’s becoming a real cat, however–a couple of days ago I caught her in a real fight with Scout, both of them rolling on the floor like one big ball of striped fur, rabbit kicking, biting, head grabbing, the whole business. But Tina walked away in disgust when she saw me watching. As far as we know, this was her first real true cat fight, so Scout is having a good effect on her.
We’ve had some activity on the cabin reconstruction; well, not any actual work, but signs that it might happen someday. I was talking to Rob Sorensen, our insurance agent, about one of the financial transactions, and while I had him on the phone, I said we were also concerned about how slowly Servicemaster seems to work. They’ve been been working on Donna’s bathroom for several months now, and I told him that at that same rate, it would take about five years to reconstruct our cabin. Rob said he’d look into it. I guess he did, because that afternoon we got a call from the Servicemaster guy (Scott Lewis) saying he wanted us to meet with himself and the general contractor who’s in charge of the reconstruction. We met them at the cabin on Wednesday morning, where it was about zero degrees. We walked around inside and outside, looking at the damage, and the contractor told us how he’ll go about fixing everything. He seems really competent, and he’s obviously had a lot of experience. But when Dad asked when the work would actually start, Scott said they had a lot of projects going, and they weren’t exactly sure. He also mentioned that it could take a long time to get the materials, maybe up to three months. That wasn’t very encouraging. But at least they know we expect it to be done sometime.
It just started snowing outside. I hope we get a lot! Our old snow was mostly packed down and melted.
I hope you’re all well and happy. Love, Mom
Sunday, January 27, 2019
Dear Kids,
There’s absolutely nothing going on here, probably because it’s January. Our only entertainment is the animals, inside and out. A herd of deer comes across the road almost every day and looks for food in our yard. All my mugo pines are in cages, so the deer are pruning them down to the size I want them. There are three bucks and two does in the herd, and they’re all really big! One of the does sometimes comes by herself. This afternoon she was standing out by our deck, just looking around. Tina was watching her from inside our house, through the glass door.
Yesterday we stopped by John’s house to pick up some things, but I really wanted to play with his cats. They’re a couple of weeks younger than ours, about the same size, but ten times crazier. Poseidon will jump for a moving light on the ceiling. They tear through the house, chasing just about anything. I pointed out to Heather that they’re as big as regular cats, but they still behave like kittens, so they can do a lot of damage. Heather said they’re “teenage” cats.
I’m glad to report that Charley is out of the hospital. He’ll be staying at Bekah’s house for a while. Bonnie says that he’s getting mentally and physically stronger every day, but he still needs oxygen at night. She says Charley loves having visits, and since he won’t be able to drive for several months, he would probably like to be taken for a drive now and then. Maybe Dad and I can do that.
I’m back to visiting my regular doctors, but just for maintenance. In the last couple of weeks I’ve seen my colon doctor (Bossart) and my oncologist (Lewis.) They tested my blood looking for cancer “markers,” and my score was so low that I’m in the normal range now. That was really good news. Next week I’ll be seeing our dermatologist, and in March I have an appointment with Dr. Engen, who takes care of any skin cancers on my face. I wish any of those doctors could do something about my real problem, which is the pain left over from the shingles. I wish there were a shingles doctor who could cure it for me. The pain medications make me goofy, and mess up my thinking, but so far I haven’t done anything really crazy, at least that I know about.
Sorry I don’t have any real news. You know things are dull here if I write about cats and deer and doctor visits.
Love to all, Mom
There’s absolutely nothing going on here, probably because it’s January. Our only entertainment is the animals, inside and out. A herd of deer comes across the road almost every day and looks for food in our yard. All my mugo pines are in cages, so the deer are pruning them down to the size I want them. There are three bucks and two does in the herd, and they’re all really big! One of the does sometimes comes by herself. This afternoon she was standing out by our deck, just looking around. Tina was watching her from inside our house, through the glass door.
Yesterday we stopped by John’s house to pick up some things, but I really wanted to play with his cats. They’re a couple of weeks younger than ours, about the same size, but ten times crazier. Poseidon will jump for a moving light on the ceiling. They tear through the house, chasing just about anything. I pointed out to Heather that they’re as big as regular cats, but they still behave like kittens, so they can do a lot of damage. Heather said they’re “teenage” cats.
I’m glad to report that Charley is out of the hospital. He’ll be staying at Bekah’s house for a while. Bonnie says that he’s getting mentally and physically stronger every day, but he still needs oxygen at night. She says Charley loves having visits, and since he won’t be able to drive for several months, he would probably like to be taken for a drive now and then. Maybe Dad and I can do that.
I’m back to visiting my regular doctors, but just for maintenance. In the last couple of weeks I’ve seen my colon doctor (Bossart) and my oncologist (Lewis.) They tested my blood looking for cancer “markers,” and my score was so low that I’m in the normal range now. That was really good news. Next week I’ll be seeing our dermatologist, and in March I have an appointment with Dr. Engen, who takes care of any skin cancers on my face. I wish any of those doctors could do something about my real problem, which is the pain left over from the shingles. I wish there were a shingles doctor who could cure it for me. The pain medications make me goofy, and mess up my thinking, but so far I haven’t done anything really crazy, at least that I know about.
Sorry I don’t have any real news. You know things are dull here if I write about cats and deer and doctor visits.
Love to all, Mom
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Dear Kids,
My brother Charley is still in the hospital from his surgery two weeks ago, and there’s no end in sight. Dad and I went to visit him Wednesday, and I would hardly have recognized him. His head is shaved and he had a little bit of a beard, and he looked exactly like my brother Mark. His personality is different, too–pretty quiet, for Charley. Whitney and Suzy came by while we were there, and Andy, too. Whitney said that after the surgery, Charley was really crazy. He kept trying to escape from the hospital, but he never even made it out of the bed. She said one doctor was talking to him, and he said, “I’m an attorney. I know when people are lying to me!” He volunteered to tend Whitney’s kids when she and Steve go to Germany. I’m sorry we missed all that. Charley couldn’t believe he’d been there two weeks. He’s developed blood clots again, in his lungs and his legs, after two weeks on blood thinners. Nobody can figure out what’s going on. I know dozens of people are praying for him, but I know he could always use more prayers.
You can keep praying for me, too. I really appreciate it. Although my condition hasn’t improved at all, I feel really peaceful about it. I’m learning to accept the Lord’s timetable.
We had a great snowstorm on Thursday, 8 or 10 inches, and Dad’s been out having fun with the snow blower. Our cats acted like they wanted to go out, so Dad opened the door for them, but when Sonia put her dainty little paw into the snow for the first time, she changed her mind and trotted back in. They’re glad to be inside cats for now. Tina, too. Last night in bed I had all three of them snuggled next to my legs. Their purring puts me to sleep.
My piano classes in Heber are going fabulously well. I’ve never had so many good students. I’ve started three new people since the first of the year, so all my slots are filled up. One of my new people is a retired Air Force guy, and he treats piano lessons like a military assignment. His attitude is: “Tell me what to do, and how to do it, and I’ll get it done.” He will, too. I love teaching them all, and my three hours there on Thursday morning goes by really fast.
Love to all of you! With the holidays so far in the past, we don’t see enough of you now.
Mom
My brother Charley is still in the hospital from his surgery two weeks ago, and there’s no end in sight. Dad and I went to visit him Wednesday, and I would hardly have recognized him. His head is shaved and he had a little bit of a beard, and he looked exactly like my brother Mark. His personality is different, too–pretty quiet, for Charley. Whitney and Suzy came by while we were there, and Andy, too. Whitney said that after the surgery, Charley was really crazy. He kept trying to escape from the hospital, but he never even made it out of the bed. She said one doctor was talking to him, and he said, “I’m an attorney. I know when people are lying to me!” He volunteered to tend Whitney’s kids when she and Steve go to Germany. I’m sorry we missed all that. Charley couldn’t believe he’d been there two weeks. He’s developed blood clots again, in his lungs and his legs, after two weeks on blood thinners. Nobody can figure out what’s going on. I know dozens of people are praying for him, but I know he could always use more prayers.
You can keep praying for me, too. I really appreciate it. Although my condition hasn’t improved at all, I feel really peaceful about it. I’m learning to accept the Lord’s timetable.
We had a great snowstorm on Thursday, 8 or 10 inches, and Dad’s been out having fun with the snow blower. Our cats acted like they wanted to go out, so Dad opened the door for them, but when Sonia put her dainty little paw into the snow for the first time, she changed her mind and trotted back in. They’re glad to be inside cats for now. Tina, too. Last night in bed I had all three of them snuggled next to my legs. Their purring puts me to sleep.
My piano classes in Heber are going fabulously well. I’ve never had so many good students. I’ve started three new people since the first of the year, so all my slots are filled up. One of my new people is a retired Air Force guy, and he treats piano lessons like a military assignment. His attitude is: “Tell me what to do, and how to do it, and I’ll get it done.” He will, too. I love teaching them all, and my three hours there on Thursday morning goes by really fast.
Love to all of you! With the holidays so far in the past, we don’t see enough of you now.
Mom
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Dear Kids,
The big news this week is Dad’s truck. If you were in on the message thread, you already know that it’s a 2016 Ford F-150 with 17,000 miles on it, still under its original warranty. Dad and John bought it at the Garff lot in West Valley, across from the hospital. John was going to fly to Las Vegas, buy a truck that was listed there, and drive it back, but he did a CarFax search and found out it was a “flood recovery” truck from Hurricane Harvey. It had no warranty and a branded title. But since John was all geared up to buy a truck, he did some more looking online and found the truck in West Valley. It’s very impressive! The old white truck looks very sad beside it. John’s going to take the old one to his house and sell it on KSL.com. He said we shouldn’t try to sell it to any family or friends, because there’s no telling what may go wrong with it in the next little while. I’m sure it has issues we don’t even know about, but it has served us well for the last 17 years. If we keep the new truck that long, we’ll both be 88 when we sell it.
Tina, Scout, and Sonia are pretty good friends now. There isn’t as much hissing or paw swiping as there used to be. Last week there was a lot of racing and chasing through the house, but this week it’s mostly walking and stalking. They creep up on each other and then jump in for the kill. So far, though, we haven’t noticed any real injuries. Tina’s embarrassed about being friends with the other two, and if I find the three of them huddled together somewhere, she’ll stalk away. They ought to all be outside cats, but after the money we paid to get Scout and Sonia fixed and declawed, I want to get as much entertainment out of them as possible.
My hair is still very pink, so I shouldn’t be surprised that so many people comment on it. Total strangers will say, “I like your hair color!” Maybe they’re really thinking “you must be nuts” but I don’t care. I like talking to total strangers.
Later this morning Dad and I are going to Elk Meadows, the care center in our stake, to help out with sacrament meeting. I’ll be playing the piano and Dad will lead the music and give a short talk. We were there last week because it was the Elders Quorum’s turn to be in charge, and we’re going back today because it’s the Sunday School’s turn. The rest of the Church is enjoying the new, shorter, 2-hour block, but Elk Meadows is only about 25 minutes, so 2 hours will seem long when we go back to our real ward next week. Still, I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t been to Relief Society for over a year, but now I’ll be there every other week.
Life is good! Love to everybody! Mom
The big news this week is Dad’s truck. If you were in on the message thread, you already know that it’s a 2016 Ford F-150 with 17,000 miles on it, still under its original warranty. Dad and John bought it at the Garff lot in West Valley, across from the hospital. John was going to fly to Las Vegas, buy a truck that was listed there, and drive it back, but he did a CarFax search and found out it was a “flood recovery” truck from Hurricane Harvey. It had no warranty and a branded title. But since John was all geared up to buy a truck, he did some more looking online and found the truck in West Valley. It’s very impressive! The old white truck looks very sad beside it. John’s going to take the old one to his house and sell it on KSL.com. He said we shouldn’t try to sell it to any family or friends, because there’s no telling what may go wrong with it in the next little while. I’m sure it has issues we don’t even know about, but it has served us well for the last 17 years. If we keep the new truck that long, we’ll both be 88 when we sell it.
Tina, Scout, and Sonia are pretty good friends now. There isn’t as much hissing or paw swiping as there used to be. Last week there was a lot of racing and chasing through the house, but this week it’s mostly walking and stalking. They creep up on each other and then jump in for the kill. So far, though, we haven’t noticed any real injuries. Tina’s embarrassed about being friends with the other two, and if I find the three of them huddled together somewhere, she’ll stalk away. They ought to all be outside cats, but after the money we paid to get Scout and Sonia fixed and declawed, I want to get as much entertainment out of them as possible.
My hair is still very pink, so I shouldn’t be surprised that so many people comment on it. Total strangers will say, “I like your hair color!” Maybe they’re really thinking “you must be nuts” but I don’t care. I like talking to total strangers.
Later this morning Dad and I are going to Elk Meadows, the care center in our stake, to help out with sacrament meeting. I’ll be playing the piano and Dad will lead the music and give a short talk. We were there last week because it was the Elders Quorum’s turn to be in charge, and we’re going back today because it’s the Sunday School’s turn. The rest of the Church is enjoying the new, shorter, 2-hour block, but Elk Meadows is only about 25 minutes, so 2 hours will seem long when we go back to our real ward next week. Still, I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t been to Relief Society for over a year, but now I’ll be there every other week.
Life is good! Love to everybody! Mom
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Dear Kids,
In my letter last week I wrote that I was going to color my hair pink for the new year. And I did–a very bright pink. Way pinker than last year. And the next morning there was an e-mail asking if I could play the organ at a funeral in three days. Panic! My hair color simply wasn’t appropriate for a funeral, and it would take weeks to wash out the pink. I was thinking maybe they could set up the flowers in front of me, but the funeral was for an old man, and there wouldn’t be very many. Then I called Jane to see where she bought her wig. It was a shop in Orem, so I went there Thursday afternoon. The ladies there were very nice, but they didn’t have my color in a style I liked, that wasn’t too expensive. (Although it dawned on me that anybody who chooses a crazy hair color ought to have a wig on hand.) Finally I decided to stuff my hair into a knitted beanie, and I wore a sweater I had that seemed to match. It really looked OK. I wore dangly earrings to make myself look dressed up. Since I still walk with a cane, people might have thought I was a cancer victim, but that would have been OK too. It was all good. Dad led the music, and we had a nice time together.
My brother Charley had a surgery yesterday to take the shunt out of his brain and clear out some gummy blood. A couple of days earlier he had driven to the hospital for a second opinion about the surgery they wanted him to have. He had a seizure in the parking lot, but a security guard got him inside, which probably saved him. We hope yesterday’s surgery will finally set him on the right path. Compared with him, my problems are nothing.
We took down our Christmas tree right after Christmas, because the cats were killing it. So now they’re attacking everything else. The blinds are a great target, and we’ll have to replace more than one set, but only after the cats grow out of this phase. They really like my fake trees. Monday morning I was teaching a piano lesson in the front room when the fake tree by the window came crashing down. Scout ran out of the branches. I told my student (Claren Palmer) that this was normal for our house. And I left the tree down until the lesson was over.
We’re supposed to have a pretty good snowstorm today, and I hope we gets lots of snow. It’s been really cold, too–minus 11 on New Year’s morning. Winter was late coming this year, but it’s making up for it now!
Lots of love to everybody, Mom
In my letter last week I wrote that I was going to color my hair pink for the new year. And I did–a very bright pink. Way pinker than last year. And the next morning there was an e-mail asking if I could play the organ at a funeral in three days. Panic! My hair color simply wasn’t appropriate for a funeral, and it would take weeks to wash out the pink. I was thinking maybe they could set up the flowers in front of me, but the funeral was for an old man, and there wouldn’t be very many. Then I called Jane to see where she bought her wig. It was a shop in Orem, so I went there Thursday afternoon. The ladies there were very nice, but they didn’t have my color in a style I liked, that wasn’t too expensive. (Although it dawned on me that anybody who chooses a crazy hair color ought to have a wig on hand.) Finally I decided to stuff my hair into a knitted beanie, and I wore a sweater I had that seemed to match. It really looked OK. I wore dangly earrings to make myself look dressed up. Since I still walk with a cane, people might have thought I was a cancer victim, but that would have been OK too. It was all good. Dad led the music, and we had a nice time together.
My brother Charley had a surgery yesterday to take the shunt out of his brain and clear out some gummy blood. A couple of days earlier he had driven to the hospital for a second opinion about the surgery they wanted him to have. He had a seizure in the parking lot, but a security guard got him inside, which probably saved him. We hope yesterday’s surgery will finally set him on the right path. Compared with him, my problems are nothing.
We took down our Christmas tree right after Christmas, because the cats were killing it. So now they’re attacking everything else. The blinds are a great target, and we’ll have to replace more than one set, but only after the cats grow out of this phase. They really like my fake trees. Monday morning I was teaching a piano lesson in the front room when the fake tree by the window came crashing down. Scout ran out of the branches. I told my student (Claren Palmer) that this was normal for our house. And I left the tree down until the lesson was over.
We’re supposed to have a pretty good snowstorm today, and I hope we gets lots of snow. It’s been really cold, too–minus 11 on New Year’s morning. Winter was late coming this year, but it’s making up for it now!
Lots of love to everybody, Mom
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