Friday, January 19, 2007

Real Winter

There has been entirely too much fussing about winter in my house. Alice needs to recall what a real winter is like. With snow. Lots of it. And ice.
Last night she looked at pictures of her mother and aunt playing in the snow outside their family house in New Jersey. Her Mom said the jacket she had then was beautiful. Pale blue wool. And a nice fur collar on gthe hood. Yes, fur is nice and warm. I'm not going to be a hypocrite about fur since I love to eat meat. Especially liver and chicken. I'm just glad one of my jobs is not to become meat, fur or leather.
They had a dog named Frosty when they lived there. Now I know how he got that name...