Letters home... where ever that may be.
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me for sitting up late, reading your letters...
~Anne Sexton (1928–1974), U.S. poet. "Some Foreign Letters."
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Nothing new...
Things are good here.... Nothing really new to report. We've had sub freezing temperatures for a few days now. There's about 6 inches of snow on the ground and the streets are frozen. Working in property management has been interesting because every tenant call and thinks that they are the only ones in the world with frozen pipes and no hot water. You'd think that everyone who's lived here more than a year would get it by now--you have to HELP things to keep from freezing and if it's -15 outside EVERYBODY's pipes are frozen. We're warm and toasty, however. Lucy i think has been getting cold at night--she's not a still sleeper and tosses off her down blanket every night, so tonight I'm going to try a space heater. Welp, that's all.... stay warm!
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