Our Buddy

I promised my nephew Lake on the phone this morning that I would put pictures of Buddy up on my blog. It's been difficult 'cause the dog himself is really irritated that I am messing with the computer instead of playing with him. He keeps putting his cold nose under my arm and making sad noises. I'll write more later about Buddy when he's not around.

Merry Christmas!

Eight Degrees

That's what the temperature is outside right now. And since I just went out to move my car to this side of the street (even side on an even numbered day, according to the snow plow laws of Rockford) and take these pictures, I can tell you it's pretty chilly out.

It's a privilege to live in this great house we're renting from Mark and Bev. Of course, there are more responsibilities. Notice the picture of my masterpiece, the shoveled sidewalk. You should have seen me out there last night after work, shoveling that long stretch in the dark. My technique needs work, but I had a lot of time to pray and think. An hour later, I came back in exhausted, victorious, and very thankful.