Good Grief It’s Cold Out There (and in here)

I believe if you look closely you will see ice hanging from my eye lashes.  Those aren’t dark circles under my eyes — they are small skating rinks.  And yes I slept in my sweatshirt.

It’s approximately 80 degrees below outside and not that much warmer in my place. To take Freckles out for a walk I wore two pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, my nightgown, and a sweatshirt all under a gigantic down coat. I felt like Randy in “A Christmas Story.”  If I fell I would never get up but on the plus side with all that padding I probably wouldn’t break my hip.

Today I am going to the funeral of my friend Geri’s mother. Last Saturday I went to the funeral of my friend Mary’s mother. I hope to lay around on the couch next Saturday. They are dropping like flies. The church where the funeral for Geri’s mom is being held has had something like 20 people die in the past 2 weeks. It’s like O’Hara airport on a holiday — they are circling the sanctuary for a chance to land. Geri said the poor woman who assists with funerals in going crazy.

Okay, I have to go and put on my funeral outfit. Have a good day and stay warm.