Countdown

Good Corn (to borrow one of most favorite phrases from one of most favorite people, the one and only Holli Weaver)! We leave for Pennsylvania (aka "home") in 16 days. It really can't be possible. I have far too much to accomplish in the coming weeks.

I love Christmas, but Christmas means winter. In San Diego that meant we could eat our Christmas dinner as a picnic (which we did once with the Peaces) at the beach. Here it means chiseling 3 inches of ice off my driveway so I can get in the garage. I used up all of last year's ice melt this morning and the entire city of Cedar Rapids was sold out, but Wal Mart did come through for me tonight. With Jerry in New Mexico and another snow storm on the way, ice melt is my new best friend. Usually if I look helpless enough, one of the neighbors will come to my aid with their snow blower. When Jerry gets home from the Nuclear Missile Testing Site perhaps he'll be able to just roll around on the driveway and melt the snow for me.