Dear Ma,
It's down in the mid 'teens at night and doesn't get near fifty during the days.
I was just out, feeding the chickens. I'm wearing thermal, long underpants and my heavy, denim skirt, but my legs still got cold!.
Porky and I are going to the Pueblo Center in about an hour for cigarettes. I always swing by the Walgreen's up there, too, to see if anything is marked down.
I think I'll have to wear my new, cotton petticoat, too. Otherwise, I'll freeze out there!
Sun's up now, soon to be over the mountains.
There is jackfrost inside my little green house, even with the lamp on inside and a blanket thrown over it at night.
I'll have to bring in my rose bushes.
There's jack frost all over your car, too, and it looks just beautiful!
Porky still wants to go out front with me when I smoke, but he sure wants to come IN quick!
I cooked the brisket yesterday. I'm making myself some burritos and enchiladas. Aren't you jealous?
I should be back from the Pueblo Center by about ten, my time.
It's too cold to work outside, really, so I'll be working on my Big Project today.
The homeless shelters are over filled and turning people away! It's unseasonably cold, and no sign of relief.
The sun's bright, though, which helps midday. But the cloudless nights expose us to Outer Space, and we lose whatever heat we got during the day.
By about two in the afternoon, if it's not windy, I can walk around outside without a coat, but only for an hour or so.
I'm very grateful to have this snug, cheerful house.
I miss you.
Love,
Ma
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