It seems that “cold” is a relative term depending upon where you live. When I lived in Indianapolis, “cold” was when it was twenty degrees below zero. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was miserable.

Last night there was a “weather warning” for snow – one or two inches. There was actually a weather warning in the corner of the television. There was no snow in my little area, but the temperature did get to twenty-seven degrees. I actually remember school being closed due to snow when I first moved to the southwest. There was only a “skiff” of snow on the ground, but since there was no way to remove it school was closed.

Actually, that made me quite happy to build a fire in my kiva-style fireplace (juniper and pinon wood) and have a glass or two of Estancia pinot noir. The pinot isn’t the greatest, but it’s drinkable. Hey, what do you do when you live in a smaller community? Cali snuggled up at my feet, and I fell asleep on the sofa watching television. Not a bad way to spend an evening…

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