I love my sister in spite of - or maybe because of - the fact that she is the type of mad woman to move back to California but declare that she misses the change of seasons.
This picture is dedicated to her (and an invitation to come and shovel my driveway if she misses this stuff. The day I took this, my freshly shoveled walkway had filled back up within an hour).
Behold: the first Christmas present that my son has obtained for me on his own!
Apparently, his school hosts a yearly event where the kids pick out presents for their special someones (like ME!) He chose this all by himself. The thing I found most interesting is that it’s something that I would have picked out on my own.
Tempering all of this was the way he beamed and declared, “It’s a candle holder, Mommy! Now we can make fire.”
Settle down, Beavis.
I was looking for a photo to use for this week’s theme and came across this one. I’d forgotten about it. It was taken during one of my epic four hours walks - a.k.a. “I have writer’s block. Maybe if I walk around the city, something will inspire me.”

I traveled for over an hour on a highway partly hidden by snow, and then down a rural route that was mostly dark and slightly slippery. All of this was done to claim the one copy of a book that had not yet been borrowed (and on which were approximately 400 holds).
This is the book that started me back on the road to visiting my local library, not because of the effort of driving so far (and in dangerous conditions), but because it reminded me of the joy of having hundreds of books at my fingertips for free.
Retaliation for implying that somebody is a Twilight fan: it’s my first Christmas card of the season. Well played, Miss Bella Jaye. Well played indeed.