Brrrr

Geez, it's cold out. I had to snowblow my van out of a drift yesterday because it was on the street when the plow went by so it was snowed in. First time I had to snowblow the street. And windy? Holy cats, it was windy. Seemed like we got all our winter on the first day.

December 21--Write about a scar. It was just a thin white line that traced a meandering path up Ellen's arm but it had a big story to tell. Most of the time it was nearly invisible, pale and narrow, its pink color nearly matching her alabaster skin. In the summer the story changed. Ellen drew too much attention to the fact that something was hidden if she wore long sleeves but even though she barely tanned and wore the strongest SPF sunscreen, the scar was much more visible. It stayed pale pink as her skin turned pale gold and the margins stayed white. Strangers stared when they saw it, most of them too polite to ask about it. She told inquisitive children that she got it running with a pair of scissors. But the real cause haunted her dreams. The thin silver blade flashing in the firelight, slashing out of the silent darkness was never far from her thoughts.

Three more days! Everybody ready? I think I am, well, except for making a batch of spritz cookies. That'll get done tomorrow.
--Barbara