It's been snowing here off and on all week, but the last three days we have gotten about a foot of snow. It's so rare for here. Esther and I have talked a couple of times a day-- sometimes I call her and sometimes she calls me. If she's got something on her mind she calls me. She's had a lot on her mind yesterday and today. Yesterday she said that she didn't want to go out anywhere and the way she was going to enjoy it was to "pretend that I am in jail".
This morning she wanted the phone number to the Post Office (two blocks away) so she could call them and tell them not to deliver her mail until she calls for it. (To get her mail she opens the door and reaches into a little mailbox mounted on the wall about 6" away from the door opening.) She also said that the snow was deep and Jerry needed to bring a snowshovel on Christmas Eve when he comes to get her. Then she said that she was skipping Christmas Eve altogether and she'd "just see you next year", meaning next Christmas. Of course, she's not getting off that easy.
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