Yesterday as we were driving to church, the sun was brilliant and the ice-covered trees and grasses appeared diamond-studded....an absolutely gorgeous January morning.
Just a little over a year ago, our grandchildren Krew (3 1/2) and his 2-year-old sister Juni moved to Middletown...a 7-minute drive from the cabin instead of a 45-minute one.
According to the Urban Dictionary (who needs Webster?!), the street definition of "pyromaniac":
A person who absolutely loves fire. The smell of smoke sends them into ecstasy. Lighting a candle and blowing it out and relighting it and blowing it out repeatedly, watching the smoke lightly twirl around in the air...watching a flame on a lighter flickering is fun and addicting, but watching a full piece of paper burn all the way to the bottom is complete elation.
Anyone who lives in the Midwest knows all too well...we're in the midst of an Arctic deep freeze that's not going to be letting up any day soon.